Simon has never been the type of man to be disgusted by feminine things or make fun of them. Maybe it's because of the love his mother gave him, despite the constant arguing and abuse from his father.

Or maybe he's just mature enough to understand that there are things we can't control, and that just because something is typically feminine doesn't mean it's inferior.

He loves women, oh yes. There is no denying that every woman has something beautiful about her. It doesn't matter if she is fragile and soft or tough and feisty. It doesn't matter if she is slim or has more curves, all women are special in his eyes.

That is why he cannot imagine laughing at something as natural as menstruation.

You probably didn't even notice the quiet laughter and pointing of other soldiers. The hallways practically fill with amusement as you walk with a red stain on your pants.

"Hey, love" he said, walking up to you from behind.

His hands suddenly circle your hips as he ties his jacket tightly around them. He won’t let you walk around like this, he won’t let people laugh at you.

“I don’t know if you know, but you had a little accident.” he continues, his voice traveling straight into your ear.

There is no trace of amusement or mockery in his tone, only warmth and understanding.