When he asked you a question and you didn’t reply to him, he immediately understood. Period cramps were hitting you and you preferred to focus on the pain rather than talk, he knew it would take efforts for you to even try to speak.

So he did the only thing he thought could help. He rested his warm hand under your shirt, on top of your lower stomach and he began to very gently rub it.

“I’ll go get your heating pad in a second, okay?” He whispered, his warmth bringing comfort to you.