Janus glowered at the pair of heroes, his arms crossed against his chest. A strap kept him seated in the overgrown highchair. His face is pink and he is not a cheerful camper.

"Janus, don't pout, we were serious about the age regression," Logan points out while Patton continues filling bowls of spaghetti for everyone.

"Fuck off."

"Kiddo," Patton warns, eyeing Janus with narrowed eyes. "No cursing please."

Janus gave a small smile. "Well, since you said please."

"Really?" Patton asks surprised.

"No!"

"Janus," Logan warns, setting Janus' bowl in front of him. "That's enough with the attitude-"

"Aw, you think this is attitude? How cute."

"Janus, I advise you to stop now while you're ahead, we haven't gone through the rules and punishments yet, but that gives you no right to act this way. Eat your food or I'll feed you instead." Logan instructs, scowling at Janus who huffed, pressing his lips together. Picking up his fork, he stabbed at the spaghetti, grumbling profanities under his breath.

Satisfied, he helped Patton gather the remaining bowls to serve to the others. They didn't want them knowing of Janus' sentence quite yet. Logan couldn't help but doubt their ability to keep it secret for long, Patton is terrible at keeping secrets and lying.

"Stay put Janus, we'll return momentarily," Logan insists before following Patton to the many doors and corridors in their base to give the others their dinner.

Once Patton and Logan left, Janus immediately began fiddling with the straps of the highchair. No damn hero is going to tell him, Deceit, what to do! Once he untangled himself, he carefully hiked himself up on his knees and set the bowl of spaghetti on the table so that he could crawl onto the tray and jump down.

That's how it was supposed to go anyway.

In reality, he dropped the bowl of spaghetti. The spaghetti splattered across the ground and the metal fork clanked loudly against the floor. Janus was just grateful they had given him a plastic bowl. He cursed quietly and quickly climbed onto the tray of the high chair, it's wooden so Janus believed it could hold his weight. Because of his tragic overestimation, gravity took its course, he is a grown man after all, once he began climbing the furniture piece began tilting forward. Panicked, he reached out to grab the table, but inevitably, he crashed into the spaghetti and barely dodged the highchair that crashed next to him with a loud thump.

"Well shit," He mumbles, groaning as he sits up, now completely covered in spaghetti sauce. His body throbbed, it's still recovering from his injuries, specifically his shoulder. With his luck, he had landed right on it. He wrapped a hand around his injury, wincing quietly.

"Janus?!"

Janus peers up at the concerned yell, and watches as Logan and Patton rush into the room, taking in the scene. Janus' cheeks heated up as he glanced over his appearance. "I was just..." He begins, his eyes rolling towards the highchair, attempting to think up an excuse, for once in his life, his mind went blank, he couldn't generate a realistic lie.

"You were attempting to escape," Logan finishes while Patton dashes over.

"Are you hurt? Do I need to heal you?" Patton asks, beginning to look over his spaghetti-covered body, unfortunately, the bright red sauce covered his skin, making it near to impossible to find any possible injuries.

"I'm fine!" Janus hissed, scooting away from Patton.

"Well," Logan begins with a sigh. "A bath is needed, luckily we have leftover spaghetti as well so dinner is still available, seeing as you can't keep yourself clean I'll be feeding you," Logan informs.

Janus sticks his tongue out at Logan spitefully and Patton sighs, helping him to his feet. "Jeez kiddo, how'd you manage this?" He asks before lifting the highchair, sighing again as he noticed it had broken on the side, leaving the tray to dangle loosely from the other side. "Well, we did have Remus make it."

"I think Remus did a wonderful job considering he has never created something meant for an infant," Logan defends before clearing his throat. "Well, an infantile item for an adult."

"Can I just take a shower now?" Janus interrupts with a sour tone.

"Yes," Logan says with a nod. "Patton will escort you, I'll take care of the mess."

Patton nods and gently grabs Janus' hand, carefully leading him out of the kitchen, holding onto him so he didn't slide and slip. Luckily, the others are busy with their own activities, he doubts they'll leave their rooms anytime soon to see the fiasco.

As they entered the bathroom, Patton showed him which shampoo and which conditioner to use. "I'll bring you a towel and a cozy outfit for you, okay kiddo?"

Janus rolls his eyes, ignoring the burning he endured as his embarrassment simmered. "Whatever."

Patton's grin didn't falter, he merely nodded and turned on a heel, heading out the bathroom. Patton headed into the plain nursery that needs progress, but it would have to wait. They had gone to Remus for the crib and highchair mainly because he's less likely to question them, and he didn't. He shrugged and did his best, they both came out cracked and broken, but Patton was able to fix them up and paint over them. If they had asked Roman, the noisy man would do everything in his power to find out the secret.

Patton dug through a box of clothes that he and Logan had thrown together. Janus is the shortest out of all of them, so Patton wasn't worried about the outfits being too small. They can roll the legs of the pants up if need be, but larger clothes will only help with the childish look they're going for. Patton eventually picked out a puppy onesie that belongs to Patton, however, he doesn't wear it anymore, having grown out of it, physically, never mentally.

He grabbed him a towel as well and dropped them off, waiting outside the don't to make sure he didn't try anything. Patton didn't have to wait long, Janus stepped out of the bathroom a few minutes later. His face is scrunched into a scowl, but Patton can't help but giggle at the adorable onesie that despite being small on Patton, it remains baggy on Janus.

"This is stupid, do I have to wear this?" Janus growls out.

Patton chuckles. "Oh don't be so grumpy, you look adorable Janus, now let's go have some spaghetti!" He cheers, grabbing Janus' hand in his. Janus winced as his arm was pulled forward and Patton's head whipped around, frowning.

"What's wrong?" He asks, immediately releasing him.

Janus flushes, rolling his eyes. "Nothing."

Patton purses his lips. "Right, because you're Mr. Tough guy huh?"

Janus glares at him. "Shut up."

"Janus," Patton pleads. "I can make you feel better," He insists.

Janus huffs, crossing his arms, clenching his jaw in pain as he moved his arm. Deciding this could benefit him, he nods his head. Patton smiles as he loses his stubbornness. "Thank you kiddo! Now, where does it hurt?" He asks, lifting his hands.

"My shoulder," Janus grumbles, watching Patton's hands wearily. He tenses as he presses his hands against his shoulders gently, however, as his hand began to glow, Janus' muscles relaxed. The soft blue glow cooled his injury, and within seconds, Patton pulled away.

"There we go kiddo! Good as new!"

Janus rolls his shoulder, rubbing at it. Patton was right, it does feel good as new.

"Thank you," He mumbles. "I guess," He adds at the end to make his apology sound fake.

Patton only giggles, rolling his eyes playfully before tugging Janus into the direction of the kitchen. Logan had done as he promised. The floor is scrubbed and while the highchair remains broken, it means nothing to the two heroes. Janus is merely lifted and plopped into an empty seat. A new bowl of spaghetti is set in front of him and Patton pulls a seat up next to him.

Janus sends him an odd look and reaches for the fork. Patton beats him to it and scoops it up. "Hey-"

"Sorry kiddo!" Patton says, the apology is empty, and he has a devious glint in his bright blue eyes. "You're being fed remember?"

Janus' eyes widen. They're actually serious about that?!

"What? Fuck no!" He hisses, scooting back in his seat, crossing his arms in defiance, clasping his lips together, refusing to open his mouth.

Patton gives a mock pout and shakes his head. "Kiddo, open up!"

Janus shakes his head, the scene almost made Logan chuckle. Janus is fitting into his role far better than he'll admit.

"Janus," Logan cuts in, striving to keep his expression neutral. "That's enough, we know you're growing cranky but you need to eat."

Janus glares at Logan. "I am not cra-mmf!" Janus lets out a loud noise of protest as Patton pushes the fork into his mouth. He sent Patton a dirty look, reluctantly chewing it.

I hate it, it's delicious. God damn it, why can't Insanity cook like this? He cooks like a basic white mom compared to Patton.

"Is it good kiddo?" Patton asks with a sweet voice and Janus huffs, swallowing the delicious mouthful.

It's fucking amazing you idiotic carebear.

"It's alright."

Patton beams and offers another forkful, this time around, Janus accepted without a fight. Patton couldn't help but tease him a bit.

"Here comes the airplane!" Patton cheers, pretending the fork is an airplane, creating fun noises to go along with it.

Janus did not look amused, but Logan did.

Patton pouted as Janus didn't open up and nudged at his lips. "Come on kiddo! The airplane has to land!"

Groaning, Janus parts his lips, accepting the pretend airplane, rolling his eyes as Patton celebrates.

I can't believe that I'm supposed to be the child here.

"Patton have you seen my-"

The three in the kitchen turned their heads towards Virgil who blinked at the scene in front of him. Janus' cheeks began to burn, his eyes growing wide as he stared at Virgil like a deer in headlights. He didn't want him seeing him like this.

"What the fuck?"