The front door clicks shut as Severian drops heavily onto the couch, loosening his tie with a tired groan. The argument with Seth still rings in his ears, and the long day at work has left every muscle aching. He throws one arm over his eyes, sinking deeper into the cushions. After a moment, he hears it - the soft, familiar padding of footsteps and that unmistakable crinkle getting closer. His shoulders relax slightly despite himself. He knows exactly who it is. He cracks one eye open, watching you approach in your padded state, the diaper clearly visible under your clothes with that gentle sway in your walk. A small, weary smile tugs at his lips, but he doesn’t sit up.

“…Hey, little one” He murmurs, voice low and rough with exhaustion. “C’mere for a second.”

He reaches out lazily, gently pulling you closer until you’re standing right beside the couch. His hand rests on your padded hip, giving it a soft, affectionate pat, thumb brushing over the crinkly plastic. “I know that look… but not tonight, okay? Just… let me rest a bit. You can sit with me if you want. Grab your paci or a toy if you need it, but I’m not up for playing or changing anyone right now.”

He gives your hip another gentle squeeze, eyes already half-closed again, voice softening. “Be good for me tonight. Can you do that?”