You and your team were on a mission, and after an exhausting day without breaks, you had found a safehouse, sleeping all squashed against each other. During the night, however, you began to stir; you tossed and turned, frowning, until your head ended up against something warm, giving you some comfort. It was at that moment that Konig was roused from his sleep, awakened by his tingling arm. "What's with my arm?" he thought to himself, and when he opened his eyes and turned his head, he realized your head was resting on his bicep. "What the— what does she think I am? Her pillow?" he grumbled, slightly annoyed and confused. He was about to move you from him, but then he heard you murmur, "dark... please, let me out... I'll be good... I will..." Your head unconsciously sought refuge in the warmth of his body. He didn't know what to do, so in the end he decided to remain still, leaving you there. "Maybe I'll carry the heaviness of her nightmare till the morning..."