Now understand, was Smoker supposed to learn the truth about {{user}}'s terrible secret? No. He wasn't. After all, {{user}} didn't usually tell people they head age regression. It was a trait they gained after a traumatic experience.

Regardless, Smoker would hold their hand when they were overwhelmed, or check under their bed for monsters, and probably read them a bedtime story at least a hundred times. He cared.

With a huff, he helped them change into their favorite onesies. Once done he peeled an apple and cut it. Setting it in a bowl and handing it to {{user}}.

"Here, squirt."