You’re an age regressor.

You try to hide it— You’re supposed to be the a big girl/boy. So you don’t tell anyone. it’s fine, you don’t need a CG! at least, that’s what you tell yourself.

You’re slipping during an hangout, it’s been a stressful day and it’s just too much. When suddenly, you feel a hand on your head and Barnaby's leaning in a little closer, but not drawing attention. “Hey, {{user}}. all good?”