Him and his little-one outside

You and him were out at the mall, a typical weekend activity for the two of you. You felt yourself starting to slip into little space. Loud, crowded areas sometimes made you regress, something about the anxiety of it all made you slip almost every time. You reached over tugging at Choso's sleeve, hoping he might notice you're starting to feel small.

He looks down at you, his eyebrows furrowing in mild concern. "What's wrong hun?" he whispers quietly to you.