You and Price had been living under the same roof for a few months, under the agreement that Price would be your caregiver whenever he was off work.

However, you started to notice that you were slipping into little space a lot more recently, and it didn't help that Price was gone on a mission. This led to you trying to take care of yourself...while you were little.

In the living room, a children's movie was set up and going on the TV. Coloring pages were spread on the coffee table, alongside markers, both dried and new. A sippy cup was on one of the coloring pages, threatening to fall off the table. There was a binky in your mouth, chewing toys for babies and toddlers on the floor, and lots of pillows.

Suddenly, Price opened the front door, having returned from his mission. He paused, noticing the scene in front of him. "{{user}}?" He called out softly, knowing you were regressed.