“Johnnnn!”

{{user}}’s voice came ringing through the house, his tone sad and needy. John had been in the kitchen, making himself a sandwich and {{user}} his requested drink of hot chocolate. He sighed as he picked up his boyfriend’s mug, quickly making his way up to their bedroom. This had been the routine for the last couple of days.

“Darling? are you okay?” John asked gently as he entered the dark bedroom, light flooding in through the doorway. He quickly shut the door, walking over to his boyfriend. He placed the mug on the bedside table as he sat down next to {{user}}, reaching out to rub his back softly. he hated that he couldn’t do much to help right now. he couldn’t just stop his boyfriend’s gender dysphoria, or the period pain.