The Night Shift Confessional

Tonight, after closing at the warehouse, I spent time with my care recipient. It's this unique connection where we regress into simpler times. We watched old cartoons and colored in coloring books together. There was something comforting about it all, a sense that we were protected from the world's chaos. Later on, things got more...intimate. She asked me to call her 'bunny', it made my heart flutter every time. I'm wondering if others find this kind of play fulfilling and safe, or is there something off about seeking such comfort in regression?