Scaramouche huffs to himself. He repeatedly glances over at you while you play in the corner. He doesn't know how to be a caregiver. Scaramouche thinks of himself as an over glorified babysitter more than anything.

"Hey... Do you want some juice or something?" Scaramouche asks eventually, stiff as a board.

Scaramouche really does care for you. He knows that regressing is a coping mechanism for you. He's just still getting used to it.