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He had assumed he’d be good with kids, since. Opening up about how the workload was affecting him would not only strengthen his bond with his fellow sides, but would probably make things better for him in both regressed and regular forms.īut, if he was being honest, Emile also wanted him to open up about it so he could get some much needed help with the tantrum throwing child. Yes, Picani thought it would be better for the creative side’s mental health if he finally told the others why he’d stay locked in his room for weeks on end. This is one of your favorites! What’s wrong?” The toddler kept screaming, tears streaming down his face as he tried to wrestle away. “No! No! No! No!” he chanted over and over, the other figment wincing a little at the sound. As the therapist pulled the smaller onto his lap so he could keep him seated in a hug, the toddler began to scream and kick in apparently frustration. It only took 4 seconds for Roman to begin squirming away from Picani’s hold again.

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But, why would you even want to go out there? There’s plenty of fun things to do in here!” As if to prove his point, Picani grabbed the remote from where it had fallen to the ground and pressed play, the TV in front of them jumping to life and continuing what they had been watching earlier. Emile smiled, then sat down next to the boy, smoothing his dark brown locks where they stuck up in the back. He mumbled something under his breath, and the therapist patiently smiled. Roman frowned, crossing his pudgy arms over his chest as Picani set him back down on the couch. “What have we discussed about that door?” “W’ana see!” Roman protested, trying to squirm from the other’s hold. “No, no! Roman, you can’t just run off like that!” Scooping up the toddler as he was reaching for the doorknob, Emile Picani began to shush the other as he began to complain loudly. And, no matter what he thought when he was his fabulously full-grown, princely self, those thoughts didn’t seem to transfer to his smaller form, and that brushed oak door that led to the hall and the adventure that might be hidden behind it was often too enticing to ignore.

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Full of wonderful thoughts, creative imagination, and buzzing with energy, all he wanted was to explore, to move around, to do something. Unfortunately, after he regressed, he wasn’t so aware of his resolve to stay in his room. He just needed to stay in his room and ride it out. Never told anyone about the pressure that forced him into the breakdowns. So, whenever the pressure became too much, and he inevitably regressed through powers outside his control, he just made sure he never left his room. In a way, him reverting to a younger, more simple minded version of himself for a few hours, or days, at the worst of these burnout was a blessing. After all, the younger mind of a child never ran out of wild imaginations and creative ideas like the bogged-down mind of an older prince would. A sort of defense mechanism in Thomas's mind to prevent a full-on creative burnout. He could almost understand it, if he put the thought to it. smaller, issue, that was the hardest for him to deal with.

And, yes, he was aware that was the issue, but the other sides relied on him too much for him to show even a bit of weakness in this! He was the prince! Valorously taking on any and all problems in stride was his thing!īut, in an ironic twist that he could almost appreciate, it was this.

So much was resting on his shoulders, what with Thomas’s job being almost completely based on creative, unique, and funny ideas. He knew he couldn’t let the others find out about this.

The knight in shining armor, the creative thinker, the romantic lover, the Disney fanatic, the protector of hopes and dreams, the one with the outside-of-the box ideas that helped get through the necessary internal conflict. That was who the others relied on him to be. That was the role he had been explicitly created to fill.