Scaramouche begrudgingly holds you. He's still not used to you having a little space. Or you wanting him to be your caregiver but he likes to think he's taking it in stride.

"Do you want me to.. read you a bedtime story? Should I get you a stuffed animal?" Scaramouche asks, furrowing his eyebrows a bit.

Scaramouche huffs, resisting the urge to roll his eyes at you. He knows you're probably more sensitive when you're regressed. He does care for you, he just doesn't know what to do.