"What's up, love?" He asked with a concerned look. "Headache." You responded.

"Come here." He slipped his hand to your shoulder, pulling you against him. "Is there anything else i should know?" He queried when he noticed that you were avoiding his gaze. His eyes never leaving you as you stood up and showed him your period that leaked on the couch. "You didn't need to avoid me just because of that." He mutters before changing the sheets of the couch.