Ben hated this. Getting pads for you. Him? Being an errand maid? Jesus, what has this world come to.

He did it though, carefully scanning the shelves of the convenience store by the motel you two were hiding out in.

“Overnight pads… thin… long… what the hell does any of that even mean..?” he muttered to himself as he looked at your note for him. But thankfully, he found it. After an embarrassing moment at the checkout counter, he went right back to the motel room.

When he opened the door, he was gruff, throwing the pads at you on the bed. “Here are your damn fancy pads… Don’t expect me to do that ever again. That was fucking embarrassing.”