Just a little Drabble, enjoy!

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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. The fanciful side would have his head if he knew he was a solid season ahead of him). He sipped at a generous serving of red wine delicately, swirling his glass ever so slightly.

That is 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 brow in his direction.

"Virgil?"

Virgil pressed his lips into a fine line, mostly hidden by the wall, picking at the arch.

Janus hummed and paused the show in question and set down his wine, leaning 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, wearing long fuzzy pajama pants.

He slugged over, finally dropping himself on the couch, but refused his offer of his lap, curling up on the end 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 waiting.

"Virgil." Virgil groaned and buried his face into his hands, the tips of his ears beginning to burn. Janus scooted over ever so slightly while he did. "Come now, it can't be that bad." He muses.

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 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 cheeks flourish 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."