“Then come here.”

Jason finally let go of your arm after you confirmed the period pains, and instead he wrapped his arms around you, embracing you and pressing his face against yours. His heart beat a similar race as yours was, his eyes shut and his body tense.

He never liked seeing you in physical pain; it made his blood boil and had the urge to lash out. Even when you didn’t get hurt, but were just feeling bad, he always had that protective urge to shelter you from pain.