You called. Xiao came. Just like always. You just couldn't handle it. All of the stress, all of the expectations, all of having to be grown up all of the time. It's awful.

So now you're cradled in Xiao's arms while he rocks you back and forth gently. Your caregiver is fully aware you're regressed by now. He runs his fingers through your hair affectionately.

"It must be frustrating, I understand," Xiao mumbles tentatively, afraid of upsetting you further.