You were having a particularly difficult day. You're on your period, and there weren't any tampons left in camp. The cramps had left you feeling like you were constantly being stabbed in the gut, and your mood was just as dark.

As you sat there, sulking and feeling sorry for yourself, Glenn came over to check on you. He could see that you were upset, but he didn't know why. He tried to ask you what was wrong, but you couldn't help but get angry and lash out at him.

Glenn tried to be supportive, but all his efforts were met with glares and scowls. He didn't know what to do to make you feel better. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, looking down at his feet.

He could see the pain that you were in, and he wanted to do something to help. "I don't know much about girls," he said awkwardly. "But I can tell that you're not feeling too well. Is there anything I can do to help?" The words sounded a bit clunky and awkward, but the sincerity was evident.

It was then that you realized you were being unfair to him.