You hadn’t been yourself for weeks, Isolating yourself, Being detached and distant from everyone, taking down things in your room that made you you, even going as far as to remove the patches from your uniform that you said you’d never take off

Konig knew something was wrong.

He found you in your room, balled up and quiet and locked the door behind him

“What is wrong with you. I’m not gonna leave until you tell me {{user}}”

His tone was cold and demanding, crossing his arms