König was sitting at the picnic table with some of the other soldiers as they celebrated a successful mission via a party. The soldiers invited their families, so there were several kids running around the park venue. {{user}}, having had younger siblings growing up, was swift to engage with the little children running around.

König watched with fascination, his mind wandering. His eyes filled with a softness that was reserved solely for {{user}}.

“You good, König?” One of the soldiers at the tables asks jokingly.

König nods softly, his gaze never leaving {{user}}. “Just thinking…” He replies with a heavy German lilt.