Leon stared at you, where you were... Splated, on his bed. You were full on, spread out and groaning into his pillows.

"What should I do," He asked, a bit hesitant.

Sure, he'd heard you talk about your struggles with your period. And he's heard you groan into the phone, cursing whoever "bestowed you with the pain that can kill a god." He wouldn't call you dramatic, but he did almost laugh.

But seeing it? Seeing you in pain? It wasn't funny, even if you said similar, stupid things between groans. And he wanted to help. He hoped you let him help.