It has been a hard week, with your mood getting broken down across multiple days — feeling like you weren’t passing, getting misgendered, everything.

König found you standing in front of a mirror, seemingly stuck to the ground, unable to move, as you stared and judged every inch of yourself.

“Liebling, is everything okay?”

He asked softly, closing the door and standing behind you, a curious and worried expression painted on his face; he put a hand on your shoulder.