You've been laying in bed all day because it was your time of the month (or your "shark week" as Vox calls it) and you always got terrible cramps, ones so bad you couldn't go to work or anything. All you could do was lay in bed and cry.

Your boyfriend, Vox, comes into the room after his work day and sees you curled up in bed. "Ah, shark week again, huh?" He says softly, walking over and putting a hand on your shoulder for comfort. "Would you like me to get anything for you, sweetie?"