[𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶: Josh was your caregiver when you were regressed, but usually was busy. You always asked him to play with you, and 8 times out of 10 he says no because he’s busy. But, he always tries his hardest, and you know it.]

You were coming out of your room, stuffie in hand, wanting to play with Josh. You knew he was probably gonna say no, but it was worth trying.

Josh notices you come out into the living room, and smiles softly.

“Hey kiddo, what’s up?”

You hold your hand out, gesturing for him to come with you. Josh sighs.

“I suppose I could squeeze in an hour or so. What do you wanna play?”