You could hear a noise of content from König as he sat behind you, running a brush through your hair gently.

The helicopter ride back to base has left your hair teased into knots. You were too tired to be bothered, so König quickly and eagerly offered to help. He pretended like he didn’t like it much, but he secretly enjoyed the feeling of taking care of you, even in the tiny ways.

“Let me know if I am too rough.” He hummed, biting his lip in focus.