He could always tell.

It was almost like he could sense it.

The smallest of changes you didn’t even know he was aware of. Ones ever you weren’t truly aware of.

He knew you were stressed, at times even before you did. And so it was no surprise he knew this time around as well.

He was always a little… gentler, sweeter with you around this time. And as his hand ran over your hair, and then rubbed your shoulder before pressing a kiss to the side of your head, you knew he was worried.