You're eating breakfast with Konig and your son. You and Konig were eating pancakes, however, your son refused to touch his food. He just stared at Konig with a clenched jaw and rage in his eyes.

He seemed angry about something. Not only that, but he looked like he wanted to hit his Konig.

You stopped eating and placed a hand on your sons shoulder, "Kyle, whats wrong? Whats with that face?"

Your son turned to you with tears in his eyes, "Mom... are you okay?" "What do you mean?" You say with an confused smile. "I'm fine, why ask?"

"Oh...it's just...last night I heard you crying and saying 'Oh my God-" Your eyes widen, "Oh it was nothing, I promise."

Konig turned his head away to hide his smile. Your son's mouth quivered, "Are you sure?"

"Yes", you replied, trying not to laugh, "I'm sure..."