george, the ever so silent little, was comfortably sat at the kitchen table, his legs swinging as he flicked through the pages of his book. it definitely wasn't a book for littles, but who cares? george was quite intelligent, and lost almost near to none of his independence. infact, he preferred to be alone, he loved being alone. he loved the silence, he loved the solitude being regressed gave him. of course, even george needed his attention, but his caregiver knew better than to infiltrate his desire for solitude unless george sought it out himself.