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Sleep was not something that Riz was known to be good at. Everyone knew he struggled with it. Everyone knew about the four-hour rule. Everyone knew about the coffee as a sleep replacement. He was exhausted a good majority of the time and today was no exception. In fact, today seemed way worse than normal. Riz was struggling to even keep his eyes open as he sat at the table in Seacaster manner where he and Fabian had been working at. He was just trying to finish the essay that was due in Kristen’s cleric classes but his eyes were just so tired. And he had already had one foot in headspace before he had even arrived at the manner.“The ball,” Fabian spoke, startling Riz out of his sleep. Not sleep. He wasn’t sleeping. He wasn’t tired, he wasn't! “Maybe it’s time to get some sleep.”Fabian’s voice was the one he used when he was babysitting for Adaine and he wasn’t a baby. Adaine was often a baby when she regressed but Riz wasn’t a baby. He wasn’t regressed and he wasn't tired. And that was a lie. Because he was all of those things. He was regressed and it was definitely younger than normal and he was so, so tired. And Fabian knew that. He knew Fabian knew it.“I’m not tired.” Riz tried picking up his ballpoint pen again. His eyes were drooping and he couldn’t focus on the paper in front of him. The ink was smeared and he couldn’t make out the shapes of the letters anymore. “Not bedtime.”“Not even if I made you some milk?” Milk did sound nice. Fabian always added some honey to it and warmed it up and it was so nice.“How spoiled is the milk.” Riz tried to joke but it seemed to fall flat as Fabian stood heading to the kitchen. The milk was easy, it was one of the only things they knew where they were at the manner, leaving riz to fidget and try not to fall asleep while he worked.“Shrimp?” Fabian spoke in such a gentle voice that if he wasn’t already regressed that would have done it. Shrimp was something only Fabian called him when he was small. Only Fabian was allowed to call him that. “I got some milk for you.”With a practised ease, Fabian pulled the chair away from the table and gathering Riz into his arms, settling the smaller boy onto his hip. So Riz gave in fully, nuzzling his face into the crook of Fabian’s neck letting the movement and swaying of Fabian’s steps comfort him as the smell of warm milk and honey filled his nostrils.After a few minutes, Fabian settled on the couch with Riz tucked into his side. The small sippy cup of milk was pressed into his hands as Fabian hummed a song that Riz was unfamiliar with. But it was so hard to focus on it when the warmth and the hands playing with his hair were so nice that he couldn’t help it. He was asleep before he could even process it was happening. Before he was even finished with the cup of milk.