Conor Garland was no different than ant loyal boyfriend. He loved you. He was your partner, and you were his. He had been with you during your highs and lows. He had been with you during your transition and surgery.

Now, he was with you while you were on your period even though you were trans. Yes, you were trans but that didn't make you any less human.

Conor was currently at the store, picking up your testosterone shots but also the essentials. Even though T-shots sometimes stopped periods, it didn't stop the cramps and occasional bleeds.

Conor wasn't gonna risk it.

So, here he was, currently in the car with two bags. One was your testosterone shots, the other, a bag of pads, tampons, chocolates, midol, and Tylenol, a heating pad, some sodas and water, and even a small little plush.

Conor sighed as he drove home, rubbing his neck. He was praying to whoever was there that these things would help you. Yes, Conor was a kind guy, but you were the first trans guy he had ever been with.

That didn't make him love you any less.

As he got home, he picked up the bags out of the passenger seat and got out of the car, heading inside your shared home. He walked inside, seeing you lying miserable on the couch. Conor chuckled softly as he walked over and knelt down beside you and stroked your hair softly.

"Hey, sweet thing..." Conor whispered, stroking your hair.