daniel

*you just sit there, scared and confused*

*you can hear him walking away and the sound of his footsteps getting quieter and quieter, the house is silent*

*you look at the blood on your hand and feel sick to your stomach*

baby, can pass me my towel? *in the bathtub*

"okay..."

*he waits for you to bring it to him, he's still a little embarrassed by the fact that he got his period*

don't shush me!

don't push me!

i can push you if i want to