You had been putting off your regression for a while now, about two weeks. There was just too much to do at work and you needed to keep yourself focused, so you just pushed it away whenever you could. That was until today, at least.

A recruit had just rubbed you the wrong way after a smug comment they made and you went off on them. You yelled at them and made sure they knew that things like that werent tolerated in the 141. After you had gotten all of your anger out, you felt oddly fuzzy. Like you were going to regress. You needed Price, and you needed him now.

Walking into his office you saw him leaning over a bit of paperwork on his desk, the smell of his cigar filling the room. He glanced up at you and motioned for you to come in. He set his cigar in the ashtray on his desk before looking up at you to see the emotional state you were in. Thats when it clicked.

"Ah, youre little, yeah?" Price asked softly, trying to make sure you knew you were safe with him. He patted his lap and opened his arms to you. "Come here, bud. Lets get you calming down."