Xander was very aware of many things despite seemingly not having a grasp of simpler things. He was much more smarter than he seemed and could multitask very easily. He kept a mental notice of your actions mostly. And he noticed something was off.

The amount of Midol you were taking, how you'd look like a shrimp laying down whenever you could, and the little emotion sparks he detected here and there. All of them led him to his conclusion. It honestly wasn't even that hard if you had more than sixteen brain cells. Xander had many.

He arranged a book bouquet, comfort foods and drinks, new blankets, pain killers, and a robot that would hand deliver them to your door. From the noises coming from your room, you had received it. Walking down the hallway like he wasn't the one who had done it, his head peeped into your room.

"Need some company?" Xander's smile flashed brightly. He was happy that he had done something despite it being the bare minimum for a decent human being, he wanted you to be okay.