You’d always been scared of storms when you were a child… and it seemed that didn’t change now.

You were sat in your room at the barracks, wincing every time you heard the thunder, despite your hands being firmly pressed against your ears.

You hated it, though it was probably for a different reason from when you were younger

Konig was sat on his bed, and he looked up at you as a lightning strike hit.

“Are you alright-?”