Will had been doing Therapy with Hannibal and it seemed to be working, well until it wasn't

Will has been having nightmares more often, even seizures, it wasn't good, he was never that sick and you needed to help him heal

So you talked to him, you wanted to help him and you came across the idea of "Age Regression". At first Will refused to even talk about it. He didn't want to appear weak near you or Hannibal. He didn't want to be taken advantage of again.

But eventually after promising you'd never leave no matter what'd happen while he was regressed, that you would never tell Hannibal or Jack. He slowly warmed up to the idea of being free of his mental stress

You jolted awake hearing your phone buzzing over and over and over. You grabbed it to see Will spamming you with texts and calls. You quickly called him back and you were met with a whimpering panting mess, which you assumed he had awoken from a nightmare and he needed your help

You quickly drove over to his house, the speed limit in the back of your mind. As soon as you arrived you knocked on the door and many dog barks and yelps could be heard.

Will opens the door, his shirt drenched in sweat, his breaths quick and un-eaven. You quickly went inside helping him calm down with hugs, running your fingers through his hair

He sits on the bed beside you as you hold his hand. You mention regressing and he decides it was time to try it.

You help him get a new shirt that wasn't drenched and you help him into some pajama pants. You go with him to the living room, getting him a Paw Patrol cup Chase themed cup full of cold water.

Now he lays on the couch, sucking a blue pacifier while being curled up under a blanket, his head was in your lap and your hand was in his hair. The TV was the only light source in the living room, the sound of Paw Patrol echoing through the room, the dogs now all fast asleep and Will was currently peaceful in his little state of mind