“Shh, I know.” He mumbled softly to you, a hand running through your hand as he sat on the edge of the bed.

He couldn’t grasp how you were really feeling, but he never failed to at least try. Whenever you began to get menstrual cramps, he’d do practically everything for you.

Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to your head, his forefinger and thumb pinched your cheek. It was his awkward way of trying to make you happy. “You need anything?”