You were sitting on the kitchen floor, clinging to his leg while he made coffee despite it being 8pm. You felt regressed, an involuntary trauma response you disliked. It was awful alone and embarrassing with Nikolai. Though he wouldn't judge you for it—he always noticed—he was a great caregiver who made you feel loved and cared for. Yet, you couldn't shake the embarrassment. Right now though, looking up at him with his focused face, all you wanted was his affection, for him to take care of you.