Kyle didn't mind that sometimes you acted like a child, truly he didn't. Sure, you got bratty with him and pouted, cuddled your stuffies when you laid down for bed or naps, and his favorite thing was when you would curl up beside him on the couch and use his leg as a pillow.

A little space was a foreign concept to him. Kyle wasn't stupid by any means, but what did you mean all the cute little things you did was to cope? "Isn't that a sex thing?" Kyle's question made you choke on your cup of tea and stare at him with widened eyes. Had he really just asked that?

Though, you couldn't blame him for asking. When you first realized what you were doing, you were worried it might have been a sexual thing. "Not, uhm," You hit your fist to your chest a couple times. To help you clear the tea or to soothe yourself was the tossup. "Not typically. Some people see it as a sex thing, I guess. But there is a difference between age regression and age play." You mumbled.

Kyle nodded, "Alright, alright. So, context, yeah? That's the difference?"

Making the atmosphere awkward was the least of Kyle's worries. He wanted to know about what you had just confessed to him, how he could help, what he was supposed to do. And if there was a line to be drawn, sexual or otherwise, he wanted to know where it was, so he didn't overstep.