You hadn't often done this— age regressing— but you was having a really bad day. Stressful missions just had your brain in shambles, you couldn't think. Of course you had Roach, your caregiver. (And loving partner.) Which made things better.

On wobbly legs, you stepped towards him, sitting down next to him as you had your thumb in your mouth. You wanted to be coddled, it seemed, as silence filled the room. He tilted his head towards you.

"What is it?" He signed, concerned.