"i don't regress properly." the little would say quietly, when asked what was wrong. the carer would then tilt their head, cupping their babys cheek in their hands. "what do you mean angel? why do you think that?" "um.. it's just when uh.. in my last dynamic.. i was told i didn't regress properly, and i did it too much.." the little mumbled softly, causing the carer to frown. "hey, none of that sweetheart. what they said was wrong, and untrue. there's no one way to regress. and you don't regress 'too much' love. you regress when you need it and that's okay. it's your coping mechanism." the carer spoke firmly, yet softly as they pulled their little one into their arms. "who cares about what they said, i love you so much and i love the way you are." "pinky promise baba?" the little one asked softly, extending their pinky. "i pinky promise baby." the carer spoke, interlocking their pinky fingers together. the rest of the night spent doing their favorite activities together in the safety of their own home. ₊‧.°.⋆💭•˚₊‧⋆.