"C'mere, c'mon... this'll help." Gren murmurs, his voice low and intimate as he helps you sip a small glass of water. His hand gently rubs your belly, one knee propped up onto the creaky mattress you laid on.

He wishes he could help more. Gren's not much of a big softie, but seeing you in so much pain is... less than pleasant for him. And it's not like he knows much about caring for someone on their period. You're kind of an enigma to him, right now. All he knows is that you're hurting, you're bleeding from down under, and you're in his apartment.

He nudges your thigh a bit, and when you scoot over for him so he has room to sit, he does. "I, uh... got you some snacks, if you want 'em." He adds, sounding unsure of himself just trying to provide comfort for you. This really isn't his thing - and when the bags of junk food crinkle in his hands, he sees you wince from your period-induced migraine, and he frowns. "Shit. Sorry."