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Scott felt small, and that was an understatement.
When he had first told Jimmy he was small, he had said he'd been around the age of four or five. And he hadn’t been lying, maybe pushing it a bit, but not lying. Now he felt closer to two if he was lucky, and three if he was really felt like stretching the truth, but more accurately one.
Not that he was going to admit that out loud.
So instead he came to sit next to his caregiver, claiming to just be tired from both playing and a horrible sleep schedule.
“You tired?” Jimmy asked, gaining a small whine and grabby hands from the age regressor. “Alright come here. We can cuddle.”
Scott had only been in baby space once, and that time it had been such a shock that all he could do was lay in his bed and try to sleep it off. Which had been surprisingly easy with his mind comfortably foggy, his limbs too heavy to move around much, and a cartoon being played in the background, still on from when he had felt slightly older.
But he still didn't enjoy regressing to that age as much as when he was older. He much rather be able to run around, color, play with stuffed toys. All that was much better than being almost immobilized on your bed. Even if it did mean he got a lot more sleep than he normally did.
But he had found out the hard way that he couldn’t get up to grab anything. He wanted his paci, something he hadn’t needed before, but found no strength to get up and get it. He had settled for chewing on the corner of his blanket, which had only made him feel icky when fuzz got in his mouth.
Now being held in Jimmy's lap Scott thought that maybe being this small wasn't such a bad thing. He pressed closer to his friend, whining softly into his chest. Cause words just wouldn’t form rightly on his tongue. Sticking to the back of his throat and refusing to come out in any form of sensible English besides babbling, and he’s not about to spout nonsense if he had any say in it.
“You're okay. I got chu.” Jimmy says to all of his fussing.
He petted Scotts head and the little keened and satisfaction. The attention felt nice, different from what he was used to when regressing alone. Tiny scritches were placed around his ears which had him melting. A soft purr like hum, starting in the back of his throat.
“Are you sure you’re not a pet regressor?” Jimmy asked all of a sudden. “Cause, you're so cuddly. You’re just like a little kitten.”
Scott whined again, flipping over to hide his face against Jimmy’s neck.
No. He was just small. Not a kitten. Well… actually, maybe that wouldn't have been too bad. But no, not a kitten. Just so very tiny. Being a kitten meant having energy and he had none of that right now. He just wanted cuddles and sleep, and if he was very lucky, more head scratches.
“You want something to-” Jimmy tries to ask before getting interrupted by Scott grumbling loudly.
Wanting something meant having Jimmy or himself get up. Which wouldn't be a problem, except for the fact that he's really comfortable right now. So, no, he didn't want anything. He's perfectly content where he was.
“Such a fussy kitten.”
Scott grumbles at the nickname, not that Jimmy knows this.
“I'm not going anywhere.”
Scott doesn’t quite believe him, so he holds on tightly to his shirt. Well, as tight as he could, but it’s the idea that counts.
Jimmy pulls him up closer to his chest, if that’s even possibly at this point with how close the two are already. He’s humming softly as he does so. Scott can hear as well as feel his caregiver’s chest vibrating softly. It’s amazing how comforting it is to listen the man’s heartbeat. Listen to the steady, grounding beats. He feels Jimmy kiss the top of his head, voice still humming an unfamiliar lullaby.
Scott makes little paws with his hands and bunches up Jimmy’s shirt, twisting it between his fingers, stimming quietly, not sure what to do with the overwhelming feeling of love and affection surrounding him. His friend laughs. It’s a happy sound and makes Scott smile subconsciously.
He finds himself giggling, for no reason other than if Jimmy’s happy than so is he.
“Yeah? You like that?” Jimmy kisses his head again, another small fit of giggles leaving the age regressor. Bouncing slightly he lets his laughter turn into soft noises. Not babbling, no. Just content sounds.
“Talkative kitten huh?” Jimmy teases, ruffling the regressor’s hair again.
Scott wants to argue but his speech only turns to mush, but he tries anyways. Distantly he knows that his speech by now is just babbles. Jimmy nods like he understands, which Scott can’t tell if he likes or dislikes.
He can’t make up his mind about it though before his head is reeling with an overdose of attention. His caregiver gives him another soft kiss, this time to his his nose then back to his forehead and Scott flaps his hands in front of his face.
“Too much affection?”
Scott huffs. Never. It’s never to much. Just a bit over whelming. He covers his face behind his hands, peeking out to look at the mentally older man. Jimmy only chuckles again.
“Silly kitten.”