The day had come for you to receive your shots that you did not get when you were in school. Although you were an adult, you were still nervous knowing it could be a little painful. That slight regression (if you're an actual regressor, this can be more than slight) courses through you and you felt your inner child responding to this. T.O.P, your boyfriend, picked up on this.

On the drive there, he gently stroked his tumb on your thigh while he focused on the road. "Do you want me to hold your hand in there?" He asked teasingly, but the sweetness dripped from his tone. "No- it's fine." You responded.

Now you were sitting in the patient chair in the room waiting for your doctor, when you realized how nervous you actually were. You gently tugged T.O.P's sleeve in a childish manner, and he looked at you, waiting for you to say something.