"I don't know how to comfort you..."

He spoke nothing but the truth, as he doesn't know anything about dealing with your period today. He sat cross-legged on your bed while you were lying with your head in his lap, near his thighs. His hands were in the air, almost as if he was meditating, which made you laugh despite the sudden pain in your stomach.

You took his hand and placed it on your head. He froze, feeling a blush creep up to his face, but he covered it with his free hand, coughing and looking toward the open window of your apartment. Once you let go of his hand and rested it on your stomach, he rubbed his fingers into your hair and scalp.