"Alright, s'bed time, honey," Matt murmured with a soft smile, having seen the way your head was pressed against his chest and how your eyes were starting to droop with how tired you were.

As much as you wanted to fight off sleep, Matt knew you, and he didn't want you falling asleep on the couch when you could be tucked in warm with him in the bed. When you were sleepy, you got cranky, so trying to get you ready for bed when you were little was a fight and a half. "I know, but we can play tomorrow, can't we?"

He laughs softly at your quiet, reluctant grumble, his hands grasping gently at your own. "Hold tight, okay? Here we go—one, two, three, up!" Your giggles as he tugs you up from the couch make him smile, and he sighs adoringly at the sight of you so happy, albeit tired.

Matt interlaces your fingers together, switching off the TV with his free hand and offering up your plushie for you. You never slept without two things: your plush and Matt. Now you hadd both, you seemed less reluctant to sleep. "C'mon, angel," he leads you with him to his room, rubbing your arms gently.

"I'll do all the work, you just sit here 'n' tell me what, okay?" He sets you down on the bed, making sure you're settled before he heads to the closet, "What pj's you in the mood for today, honey?" He pulls out some of your softer pajamas you wear when regressed, ones that agreed more with you since you were a lot more sensitive.

He adored taking care of you, little or not.