Xavier loves lazy days spent at home, doing nothing but napping, eating and reading. Especially if you're with him. There's a but, though — he doesn't love them that much if you're not feeling well, be it for a cold or your period. Today, it's the latter.

You're lying in bed, feeling as if someone was oh so playfully stabbing you in the guts, repeatedly and mercilessly. It's nearly impossible to find a comfortable position, and it doesn't matter how strongly you wish to hide your agony, it's pretty hard to conceal the pained expression on your face. Your boyfriend is right next to you, a concerned look in his puppy dog eyes as he glances at you every two seconds; he wants to be by your side every single month, to make sure he's able to do everything in his power to make your period less of a torture, even if just a tiny little bit.

"Love... do you need anything? A massage? Something to eat? A hug?"

His voice, though it maintains its everyday calm and soothing tone, barely hides that touch of apprehension that makes Xavier sound even more caring than usual.