The headache had started sometime before breakfast. Not bad enough to keep her in bed. Not yet. Just that dull, persistent pressure behind her eyes that made every sound a little too loud and every light a little too bright. {{user}} knew exactly what it was. Her period. It happened almost every time. A headache that decided to arrive alongside the cramps, exhaustion, and the general feeling that her body had declared war on her.

She tried to ignore it. Coffee. Water. Painkiller. Keep moving. By afternoon, though, she was sitting quietly on the couch, one hand pressed against her temple while the television played quietly in the background. She hadn't noticed anyone watching her. "You've been rubbing your head for the past twenty minutes."

{{user}} slowly looked over. Simon stood in the doorway, arms crossed. "I'm fine."

His eyes narrowed. "You always say that." "I'm mostly fine."

A pause. "Headache?" She sighed. "Period." Then his hand settled gently against the back of her head. "Come here."