Little!Virgil
Caregiver! Janus.

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Janus sat on the couch in the living room. The TV blared with some kind of melodramatic soap opera that he was watching ahead of Roman (secretly, of course. Roman would have his head if he knew) and sipped at a class of red wine delicately, swirling his glass ever so often. It was peaceful for a moment.

Until his eye quickly caught sight of a peering head in the doorway.

His view locked on an amber pair that shied away at being caught, and he raised a single brow in his direction. Despite being mostly hidden behind the wall, the flashes of purple stitched into his hoodie were a dead giveaway.

"Virgil?"

Virgil pressed his lips into a fine line, his nails picking at the arch. A couple of flakes peeled off, which quickly made him drop his hand away.

Janus hummed at the display and paused the show in question. He set down his wine and leaned back against the couch. "Virgil, come on out, darling."

Virgil gave a weak hiss at the pet name, his cheeks turning slightly pink, and he sunk further into his hoodie.

"Fuck off."

"You're the one hiding away, what is it?" Janus urges, patting his lap to encourage Virgil a bit further, earning a hesitant stare and then an eye roll as he slipped through the doorway. He wore long fuzzy pajama pants and, as anticipated, his hoodie. Seeing it reminded him that he needed to sneak it away at some point soon so he could wash it. Janus watched as he slugged over, finally dropping himself on the couch. He refused his offer of his lap, curling up on the end of the couch instead. Janus didn't push it, merely putting his hands in his lap as he waited.

Virgil picked at the fuzz on his pants and looked over occasionally while Janus titled his head, waiting.

And waited.

And after a few more moments, Janus tapped his fingers against his thigh.

"Virgil." Virgil groaned and buried his face into his hands as Janus' voice sung through his head, the tips of his ears beginning to burn. Janus scooted over ever so slightly, taking the opportunity of his shyness to do so. "Come now, it can't be that bad." He muses, keeping his tone as gentle as he could to reassure him.

Virgil merely huffs and chokes up a little before taking in a sharp, anxious breath.

Rip it off like a bandaid.

"Ifeelkindalittle." He blurts out, all too fast. Janus blinks for a moment to process and pauses. Oh. Oh. His chest blooms with warmth, taken aback that Virgil came to him so early into his regression instead of having Janus hunt him down.

"I see," Janus was proud of himself for how well he hid the pure joy in his tone.  "And how small is my little one today, hm?"Virgils flourishes with such a cute, rosy red color, obviously teetering on the line of regression, hesitancy burning on his expression as he fidgets. Janus takes a chance and scoots a bit closer, slow and careful, not wanting to scare him away.

"I-I don't know yet." He admits with a small croak in his voice. "I-I...ugh-" He whines a little, and Janus gently holds out his hand, offering a small comfort. Virgil takes it, and Janus lightly squeezes it. "Want help." He finally gets out, glancing at him briefly, and Janus smiles.

"You want help slipping little spider?"

Virgil, although bashful, nods slowly.

Janus' smile widens. "What a brave little one you are, I know that must have taken a lot," He croons, watching as Virgil crumbles a little at his tone. He whines and moves closer, only to bury his face into Janus' shoulder, his noises of complaints growing louder at his coo.

"Oh, poor baby. Let's get you all cozied up, hm? Mama's here." Janus' mindset is entirely engulfed within seconds with such a need to take care of his baby. Patton liked to call it a caregivers headspace, and at first Janus found such a title silly. Though the more and more the switched flipped the second his babies were present, he very much believed in the title.

Janus carefully maneuvers his baby bat off the couch and takes his hand, heading him out of the living room and to his bedroom to find something a bit more childish to put him in. If there was one thing he and Patton knew they could do, it was put the others in littlespace. It was easy after all, just a couple of sweet words and a cozy onesie. At more difficult times perhaps then need a warm bottle of milk, but it took little to have them falling hard. It's alright if they do though. Their mama will always catch them.

Janus leads Virgil through the door of his bedroom, taking in the messiness. He doesn't comment, merely making a note to pick up a bit and grab all of their missing cups off the various surfaces in his room. He manages to catch sight of a couple of little items scattered about and turns to Virgil with a gentle hum.

"My little bat, how long have you been trying to regress?"

Virgil bites his lip at the question and gives a small shrug. Janus hurries to correct himself.

"You're not in trouble," He soothes, watching as the stress in his brow softens. "Mama's curious is all."

Virgil fidgets with his sleeve for a moment and lightly squeezes at Janus' hand for reassurance, which he quickly receives. "Dunno' few hours?"

Janus tries now to croon at his confession, a stab of empathy running through his chest knowing his poor spiderling must have been struggling if he had to come get him. "Oh you poor thing. I bet it was that brain of yours," He soothes, lightly sitting him on his bed, heading towards his closet. He shuffles through the various dangling clothes and pile on the floor before digging out a semi-clean nightmare before christmas onesie. He also managed to hunt down a package of large pull-ups with stars scattered along the front and dragged those out as well.

Virgil paid little attention to him, instead staring at the ground, eyeing a half hidden stuffed cat buried under a flock of more clothes and wrappers. Janus quickly caught eye of such a view and smiled, setting the change of clothes down before retrieving it. Virgil didn't peer up at him, not that Janus expected him to, but he did give him a quick nod of thanks. His arms wrapped around the toy, giving a squeeze to the worn down fur and rubbing his fingers over its one button eye as a small stim.

Janus pressed a soft hand to his shoulder, guiding him to lay down and Virgil did with surprisingly little protest. His cheeks did flare up a bit more, though, it didn't surprise Janus one bit. His poor little bat always got awfully flustered over being changed.

Janus may have dragged it out a bit more than he usually would. He made a claw shape with his hand lightly wiggled his fingers teasingly at his tummy and crooned. "Mama's gonna get that tummy!" Which earned him a delightful giggle, even if it was still a bit shy. He shook his head, tugging his shirt down a little, and Janus snickered softly.

"Oh yes, I am, it's all mine!"

Another giggle fluttered from Virgils lips as he turned his face away, giving a small kick of his feet and squeezed at his shirt, shaking his head. Janus lightly pushed his hand away and suddenly sunk down, blowing a raspberry on his stomach, relishing in the way Virgil let out a little gasp and then a shriek.

"M-Mama!" He complains with little actual discomfort or distain behind his voice, his chest rumbling with soft chortles, the ticklish feeling lingering on his stomach even as his Mama pulled away.

"What?" Janus chuckles out in mock innocence. "I wanted to hear my baby bat giggle." He muses, helping him out of his shirt, and then next his trousers, occasionally poking at his sides and such to watch him wiggle.

He kept up the playful energy as he quickly got him undressed from the waist down, knowing this was the most uncomfortable and embarrassing part for Virgil and scribbled one hand over his tummy. Virgil broke into another round of adorable laughs and kicked his feet a little. It may have made it a bit more difficult to slip the pull-up on and over his hips, but it was worth it as Virgil barely had time to register the fact that he was all dressed within minutes.

Once he was dressed, Virgil gave soft pants, slightly out of breath. Janus smothered him with kisses all over his face, earning little whines at the overdose of affection, and Janus forced himself to pause and pull away. He smirks anyway, pride swelling in his chest. His little bat just looked absolutely adorable in his onesie, and overall, he seemed much more relaxed now. An improvement from ten minutes ago for sure.

"How does a nice bottle sound? Do you want some warm milk and a story, honey?"

Virgil gives a small nod. "Nilla?"

"Of course, sapling. Anything for my baby."