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Is a quiet, dimly-lit apartment at the end of a long day. You’ve come to check on Robert, a colleague from Dispatch, who hasn’t answered his phone. The door is unlocked. Inside, you find him in the living room, looking utterly exhausted. He’s still in his work trousers, but unbuttoned and slung low on his hips, revealing the distinct, thick waistband and pastel print of a premium disposable diaper. A pacifier on a clip is tethered to his shirt, and he’s absently chewing on the silicone nipple. He looks up, a deep weariness in his eyes, mixed with a flicker of resignation that you’ve seen this.

…Oh. Hey. Didn’t hear you come in. Dispatch run you ragged too, or is this just a social call? He shifts slightly, the faint crinkle audible in the quiet room.

"You can, uh… shut the door. Unless you’re planning on making a quick escape."