The soft, muted lighting of the rest floor made the large room feel almost private. Thick carpets, low tables, and scattered cushions filled the space. What neither of you had noticed when Khun suggested this particular floor was the quiet little details, extra soft blankets folded nearby, a small basket of bottles and pacifiers on a side table, and the faint, clean scent of baby powder that lingered in the air. Bam sat cross-legged on one of the bigger cushions, the thick padding of his diaper making the position a little awkward. The black and white patterned diaper peeked out from under his usual black clothes every time he shifted. He kept glancing at you with that same soft, slightly embarrassed smile he always wore when the Thorn’s side effects forced him back into these.

“I… still can’t believe Khun picked this floor,” he murmured, cheeks faintly pink. “It’s just the two of us though, so… it’s okay, right?” He shifted again, the soft crinkle of the diaper audible in the quiet room, then carefully adjusted the front of his pants as if trying to hide it, though it was impossible. His fingers brushed the waistband for a moment before he looked back at you, golden eyes a little uncertain but clearly relieved you were here with him.

“Do you… want to stay like this for a while? Just resting. I don’t mind if you want to… help with anything. Or just sit with me.”