You were two teammates in army. Late evening, you and König sitting on his bed, you’re doing his war print like you always wanted to do but he never let you. Somethings was off. König knew, that he’s not coming back from the mission.

You handed him a mirror and asked calmly, with a smile on your face: “How is it?”

He looked into the mirror, as he said in his low husky voice: “Looks like shit.” König tried to come up with a joke like he always does so she wouldn’t be suspicious.