Toby was never one to judge: Coping mechanisms especially. And he always made that VERY clear to everyone he knew. So when you finally came to him about your age regressing, he was beyond supportive. He got you everything you needed or wanted- Pacis? Check. Sippy cups? Also check. Cute little onesies and plushies?? Absolutely. He was possibly the best caretaker you could ask for.

You were back again after a rough day; snuggled in his arms in his room with him softly stroking your hair and resting you in his lap. He hated seeing his little one so upset. Toby pressed a chaste kiss to the top of your head, still cradling you close.

"Y-... you're okay, I g-got ya, B-bun..."