Caregiver! Logan
Little! Janus

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Logan isn't an idiot, he sees the signs, and Janus isn't exactly hiding it either. He'll come stumbling in, sometimes by himself and sometimes a mutual friend of theirs will help him home. Logan is always waiting, the same disappointment in his eyes. When he's sober, he tries to talk it out with Janus, but he's quickly shut out and snapped at. Logan knows he's stressed, he understands, but he didn't understand why he wouldn't sit and talk with him. Logan has tolerated it, and while Janus grew snappy, there was no violence, he would usually be a bit giggly actually, and maybe at first it was comical to watch Janus stumble and play with Logan's glasses, and it was definitely amusing when he asked how he had gotten four eyes, but that wasn't the point. Logan knows he can't do this to himself anymore, and he wasn't going to let him.

It wasn't until Janus had begun wetting himself while intoxicated did Logan get the idea. Sometimes he'd come home in wet pants, and others he would wake up, in the guest bed, with soaked pajamas and a splitting headache. Logan was tired of the laundry, tired of the empty bottles, and tired of the new Janus.

He refused therapy, so Logan decided to take a different route.  Logan figured it was worth a shot, it's a popular way to work through stress, known as age regression. Logan figured this was perfect, he was wetting the bed like a baby, and therefore, treating him as such would have to work.

Logan planned it perfectly, Janus was conked out on a mattress with a plastic covering over it that crinkled babyishly when someone touched it. It was merely there to protect the already ruined mattress, but Logan did his routine in the morning, bringing him orange juice with his painkillers, walking into the bedroom, not surprised with the overwhelming stench of urine and a large wet spot on Janus' jeans. He set the items aside and gently shook Janus, who groaned after a few moments. His eyes cracked open, blinking and hissing for a moment before groaning louder.

"Janus," Logan begins, allowing him to take his time to sit up, watching as he clenched his pounding head.

"What?" He grumbles, eagerly taking the painkillers off the bedside table, gulping them down with orange juice.

Logan sighs and gestures to the bed. Janus, who hadn't noticed his accident, jumped up, cheeks flushing as he checked the damage, groaning loudly as his tears watered in stress. "Shit!"

"Janus, it's okay," Logan assures him, attempting to grab his hand, only for him to tug it away.

"I'm disgusting."

"Janus Daniels, don't say that," He scolds firmly. "You're not disgusting. You're working through a stressful and difficult moment in your life. I love you Janus, so I want to help you through it, in order to do that, we need to talk about your drinking issue." He explains as straightforward, yet, gentle as he could manage.

Janus frowns a little and scoffs. "I don't have a drinking issue."

"What day is it?"

Janus pauses, opening his mouth before closing. Logan sighs, cupping his cheek lightly. "Let me help you," He nearly begs. Neither of them are great at emotions, but they try, and right now, Logan was trying his best.

"How...?"

Logan takes a deep breath and had Dee sit for a moment. "Age regression."

Janus cocks his head to the side. "What?"

"It's when one acts like a child for stress relief purposes." He explains briefly. "It's therapeutic, and I figured it fit."

Janus flushed, glancing at his wet pants in shame. "We'll start slow," Logan offers. "I figured we could try training pants at night, they're a bit thicker than underwear but not as close to a diaper or pull-up."

Janus swallows and shifts uncomfortably. "That all?"

"Yes and no," Logan answers. "You see, while you'll still be in control, I'll be taking on the role of the caregiver. I will be essentially doing everything for you. However, for now, I will help you remember to do things like brush your teeth, help you change, and basically treat you like a slightly older child, but a child no less. Are you following along?"

Janus nods hesitantly and shifts. "If these accidents continue, I'll increase the padding thickness and alter my actions and behaviors around you. This will continue until I believe the problem is solved."

"Logan I don't know, that sounds embarrassing," Janus admits, rubbing at the back of his neck.

"It's not embarrassing to wake up to a soaked bed every morning? It's not embarrassing to get drunk and act stupid every day? You're embarrassing yourself Janus, and I know it only hurts your ego, I'm attempting to lift it again, I'm attempting to lift you again. If that means I have to break you back down then so be it. I refuse to watch you break down and kill yourself and do nothing." Logan says simply, fixing his glasses.

Janus sighs and nods, his cheeks still tingling in shame.

"I want you to give verbal confirmation that you're okay with this," Logan says simply.

Janus swallows, taking one last look at the damage before standing. "I'm okay with it." He confirms.

"Good, I'll allow you to bathe on your own, if the accidents continue those privileges will be revoked. Also, any accidents during the day will add you at least a week in diapers." He explains, seeing as Janus had been laid off from his job a few weeks ago, around the time he began drinking, Logan knew that being diapered 24/7 wouldn't be an issue, as he would be home. So if it came to it, Logan was prepared.

Janus felt himself shrinking under the words, figuratively of course, and he nodded a bit, heading off to get cleaned off, the feelings of shame and embarrassment growing stronger as he noticed his underwear had been replaced by the training pants.

What an odd experience this would be.