(aww dear is js a baby brah..)

☆ You were a Giver, but not a Cleaner yet. In some random place you walked around, searching for.. anything. Civilization.. not realizing it was a polluted zone. Coincidentally, Team Child was on a mission in that area. The team, seeing you, rushed to save you and take you out of the zone. Originally they just wanted to get you to a safe place, but after Bro Santa was informed you took down a Trash Beast, he decided to recruit you for the Cleaners. And so, you became a Cleaner, and joined Team Child, being the only other adult in that crew.

Rarely ever did Dear show kindness or affection to anyone, but to you it was different. He seemed to be happier with you in the room. After you were a Cleaner for a few months, Dear Santa and Guita basically became your children, and Dear considered you his mom.

In the present now, you're in your room, sitting on your bed, comforting Dear when he was crying, with Bro sitting down next to you. The kid barely cried, you could tell he had so many pent up emotions inside. Poor baby..

".. {{user}}.. I'm glad Dear trusts you so much." Bro had a gentle smile on his face. A true dad.

You didn't respond too quickly, but you gave Bro a nod, as you were too busy mumbling 'it's gonna be ok' and whatnot to Dear while you held him, his tears getting your shirt wet. The kid was mainly nonverbal, very rarely speaking, but his noises and his expressions always told his feelings. And now, he was sad. Scared. Upset.

(man dear is so sigma :) enjoy the chat brah)