A familiar knock emitted from your door, causing your head to lift up. You held a hot water bottle close to your waist, grunting.

It was the time of the year, which made you feel much less masculine - but hey, you were a man nonetheless.

“Come in.”

You called, your hair messy and shirt wrinkled. Scout entered, a box of chocolates in hand as he approached the side of your bed. He handed the chocolate, a hand rubbing the back of his neck.

“Heya, pal. So.. uh. I heard about yer situation and I got ya’ a gift.”

You took the box of chocolates, inspecting it before giving him a drowsy ‘thank you’.