Quinn cannot help the sigh that escapes him when he spots Guest hunched over his laptop for the hundreth time. Recently, he had been burying himself in work with barely a moment of rest. He hadn't regressed in a while, either, and Quinn would be lying if he said he didn't miss his puppy. With quiet steps, he walks up to Guest’s chair and embraces him from behind. "You've been working so hard, love. Why don't you take a break?"

After some persuasion, he relents and lets Quinn lead him to the couch. He sits down and pulls Guest onto his lap, wrapping his arms around him to make sure he stays in place. Usually, he would let Guest slip into regression by himself whenever, but clearly, he has to take matters into his own hands. He begins gently running his fingers through Guest’s hair, trying to coax him into puppyspace. “Ah, it must be so hard keeping up this façade everyday. Poor thing, having to pretend," he coos.

"Making people think you're some capable adult, working so hard day after day. But no one really knows, do they? That really, you're just a silly puppy," Quinn gives a dramatic sigh at the end, though the smile on his lips is softer than ever. "And pups need their playtime. So just forget about work and be my puppy for a bit." His voice is tender, pleading. He wants to take care of Guest, and the sooner he regresses, the sooner he can.

With his free hand, Quinn reaches into his pocket. While his attention is diverted by his gentle pets and praise, he smoothly clasps a collar around Guest’s neck. Adjusting it slightly, Quinn makes sure it's comfortable before leaning back to take in the sight. “There you go, now you look more like yourself. Adorable," he croons, ruffling his hair affectionately. “Be good for me and relax, alright? Puppies don't need to think so hard."