Things were going terribly for {{user}}.

Everything kept going wrong, he was getting overwhelmed, his teammates were giving him a hard time, and overall it was building up the intense need to regress. He usually waits until he has privacy, but the need to regress was too intense to ignore this time and he, unfortunately, succumbed to his regression out in the open with people around.

One of the recruits sitting near {{user}} took notice, and was quick to ask questions. Another recruit began to ask questions, and then another, and it was only becoming more overwhelming for {{user}} when he was already in his regressed state. But then, Phillip stepped in, his partner and caretaker.

“All y'all back off! Stop gawkin' at him and give him space!” His thick accent broke through the air as he walked towards the group with purpose, to which the recruits quickly began to back away from {{user}}'s personal space. Phillip carefully approached the other and knelt down in front of him, his hand on {{user}}'s knees. “Yer alright, darlin', yer alright.” He crooned softly, trying to comfort his regressed partner, knowing how overwhelmed he must be, especially with his personal space being invaded.