We could be waltzin', yeah But darlin' don't be throwing shade now

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We could be waltzin', yeah But darlin' don't be throwing shade now
Brendon looks at Shane and then back at what Shane bought him. He takes the stuffed bear gently, still lot entirely sure how he feels about it. "I can take them back" Shane offers quietly, terrified he fucked up the whole situation. Brendon shakes his head. "I- I don't want that" he begins. "They're for me right? For when I'm your baby". Brendon answers. "Yeah, they're for you, to make you feel good when you're little." Shane says
Brendon nods a few times. “Okay,” He whispers. “I-I don’t know if I want them yet, but I want to keep them for now. Thank you.”
Shane starts to run his hands through Brendon's hair. "Baby, I got you a present, if you want it, if not that's ok" Shane says. "What is it?" Brendon asks. Shane reaches in the nightstand drawer he his the stuffy and paci in. He takes them out and shows them to Brendon, not sure if he's done the right thing or not.
Brendon makes an aborted movement for them and then sits back, frowning. “Why did you get me this stuff?” He asks softly. Shane’s nerves start to return. “I just thought that-you might-you might like them when you’re feeling small.”
"What do you think of me as?" Brendon asks. "You're my baby boy, I take care of you when your little" Shane answers after a moment of silence. Brendon starts to blush a little bit, "I'm your baby" he whispers as he hides his face in Shane's chest
Shane awkwardly pats Brendon’s back, half relieved that this talk is going so well, and amused that it’s putting Brendon right into little space. “Yeah, that’s right,” He says softly. “You’re my baby.”
Brendon just snuggles a little more into Shane, "what does it really mean when you're my caregiver?And what do you really think of yourself as?" Brendon asks
Shane takes a deep breath. “I kind of think of myself more as your....daddy?” He suggests feebly.
"Yeah, I guess" brendon says with a shrug. "Is that what you call yourself when i'm like that?" brendon asks shane
Shane shrugs, jostling Brendon a little. “Not-not exactly. But yeah.”
Brendon nods his agreement, still not adding to the conversation. "Brendon, talk to me, I want to know how you feel when you're like that" shane says. Brendon continues to tense up as he all but mumbles "I feel good, feel like you're gonna take care of me"
“Right,” Shane nods, slightly relieved that he hadn’t completely misread the situation after all. “Like I’m your...your caregiver.” He hesitates. “Is that how you would describe it?”
and Shane starts to talk about it like "baby, you know when sometimes you like to cuddle up with me and suck my thumb" and brendon starts to tense up the more shane continues. Brendon just kinda mumbles "yeah" and doesn't really say anything else.
Shane rubs at Brendon’s shoulders through his thin t shirt. “You’re not in trouble, and I’m not upset about it,” Shane reassures him. “That’s just-that’s a little bit of ageplay. You don’t quite feel like yourself, do you? You feel...younger.”