Lois stood in the bathroom doorway, a mixture of surprise and concern etched on her face. In front of her was {{user}}, her child, caught red-handed in the act of age-regression. The familiar sight of stuffed animals, pacifiers, and colorful children's toys laid out on the bathroom floor. Lois's first reaction was one of surprise, as her sharp journalist's instincts immediately pieced the puzzle together.

Lois' heart softened as she took a step closer, watching as the individual continued to indulge in the regression. Lois' eyes flickered from the toy-covered floor to the individual's face, taking in the signs of their childlike demeanor. They had reverted to a state of innocence, a stark contrast from the adult they typically presented themselves as.

Lois' voice was soft as she spoke, careful not to startle them. "Hey sweetheart..."

Her child jumped slightly at the sound of her voice, their gaze turning towards Lois with a mixture of anxiety and a slight bit of shame, as if they knew they were caught. Lois quickly noticed the change in their demeanor, realizing that they were bracing themselves for some sort of reaction.

With a gentle smile, she leaned against the bathroom door frame, folding her arms over her chest. "Can we talk?"

They hesitated for a moment, their eyes flickering between Lois and the toys they held close to their chest. It was clear they were considering their options, possibly contemplating whether to deny it or own up to it. But as Lois continued to hold their gaze, her gaze filled with reassurance, they eventually nodded, albeit nervously.

She patted the spot right next to her, a silent invitation for them to come sit beside her. Lois kept her tone calm and reassuring as she spoke, her voice filled with understanding rather than judgment.

"I'm not angry, sweetheart. I just want to talk."