#sporthb1

Max has been trying to make Daniel feel better all day. His version of cheering Daniel up is a little… different though. So far, Max has made him snuggle with Mr Roar, put Big Hero Six on the television thinking Baymax might help, and now he’s desperate for Daniel to use his binkie. It’s essentially everything that would make Max feel better while he’s regressed, Daniel can’t help but think that a beer would work better for him though.

“I think you’ve already made me feel better,” Daniel tells him, and yes okay it is a white lie but Max doesn’t need to know that. Daniel can’t just turn off the ache in his chest about a DNF, he can’t blame the car, it was all him this time.

“No,” Max says, straddling Daniel’s lap where he is sitting on the sofa, getting into the optimal position to thrust his binkie in Daniel’s face again. “You’re still sad and binkie will help!”

It’s very sweet but Daniel knows this behaviour comes from Max being uncomfortable when people are unhappy around him. He always thinks he needs to fix it, Daniel suspects he did that a lot as a child, he does it a lot as an adult and so naturally it happens when he is regressed too.

“Sweetheart!” Daniel laughs at him, holding Max’s sides to stop him from wobbling over where he’s kneeling on the sofa cushions on either side of Daniel. “It would make me feel lots better if you had your binkie and we cuddled right here, shall we do that?”

Max pouts at him, processing what Daniel is saying, before nodding. He sits himself down in Daniel’s lap so Daniel can wrap his arms around Max and he pops his binkie back into his own mouth.

“There we go!” Daniel says, kissing the top of Max’s head. Max is a heavy lump on his lap, but he wasn’t lying when he said that cuddling would make him feel better, so he just holds Max tighter.

“Love,” Max tells him, that’s Little Max’s language for I love you.