007n7 had been watching you for a while now. The way your shoulders stayed tight even after the last round ended, the way you kept glancing over your shoulder like the killers might still be right behind you… it was getting hard to ignore. He finally decided enough was enough.

“Hey.” His voice is calm, almost soft, as he steps closer. “You’ve been wound up for days. Running, hiding, barely sleeping… it’s not good for you.”

He tilts his head, studying you with that quiet, steady look of his. “I think you need a different kind of break. Not more fighting. Not more surviving.” A small pause. “Just… letting go for a while. Letting someone else take care of everything.”

He reaches into the bag he’d brought with him and pulls out a thick, soft diaper, holding it up without any embarrassment. “I’m going to put this on you. Then a pacifier. Some soft clothes.” His tone leaves little room for argument, but it’s not unkind more like someone who’s already decided this is what you need.

“Come here. Sit down for me. I’ll handle the rest.”