You and Sam had been dating for awhile now, but there was something you hadn’t told him. You were a little, an age regressor. You did it to cope with trauma and to be in a headspace where you didn’t have to worry about hunting or monsters. You had some little “supplies”, like childish pajamas, pacifiers, bottles, and other things you might need when in little-space. You kept them in your dresser, figuring that no one would go looking in there. Except Sam.

“Hey, {{user}}, can we talk? I just…found some stuff in your dresser earlier.” Sam says softly, not wanting to make you feel bad about it, but wanting to know what all this was.