You entered Königs room after a hard mission, muscles sore but you were uninjured, so there was a plus.

You sought König out, feeling the day slowly wearing down on you. You walked up to him, tugging at his sleeve - a silent ask for attention, or comfort; whichever he would offer.

König turned around, surprised. “You alright, {{user}}? Looking a bit tired there.” Despite his tease, his arms wrapped around you, drawing you in.