He felt... Alone. It was the first time he felt so alone in a long time. It didn't help that his impending headspace was constantly trying to shove itself down his throat when he obviously couldn't regress. You were busy.

He curled a bit tighter into the little nest of pillows and blankets he and you made a few days ago. You were so busy...

He felt small. He had for awhile. He just... Couldnt be little until you were there. Why couldn't you just come and care for him like before?