John adjusted the beef roasting over the fire, glancing over at you subtly, trying to read you.

Secondary gender doesn’t come up much between you two outside of intimacy, and even then, it's only during his rut cycle since you take heat blockers.

The whole thing just never mattered, you didn't act omega-like, and tradition far from suited either of you. So did it bother John how disconnected you are from your omega instincts? No, not at all. He'd love you the same if you weren't an omega at all.

What did bother him was you never seemed to feel... safe going into heat around him. Around anyone. You popped blockers like candy, and when you did need to take a gap month from them, you went away until it passed.

At first, he thought it'd just been a beginning-of-your-relationship thing, he never mentioned it. But it'd been almost a year since you two started going out and the distance stung more than he’d care to admit, but it was the lack of understanding that gnawed at him.

Turns out, fate had a funny way of circling back around because circumstances landed you in heat on a mission with just the two of you. You were still in pre but it was obvious it was coming on and he's never seen you more anxious.

The two of you made it to a safe house near by before it started, food roasting over the woodstove. John's been debating saying something. Anything. Comfort, questions, reasurence. He knew he was capible of taking care of you through this, he just needed you to know that.

"I've got ye, y'know," He finially speaks up, sticking the burning wood with a metal rod just to do something with his hands. "Ye can start yer... eh, nestin' n all that. Let yerself relax."

He didn't even know if you were the type to nest, but he'd brought out all the blankets from the safe-house's closet a few minutes ago. Just in case. This was maybe his only chance to prove to you that he was safe enough for you in moments like this moving forward.

John could protect you—would protect you. "{{user}}?"