You were crying, sitting in the bathtub with your knees up to your chest trying to not disturb your father, König.

König comes in and sits by you pulling you close to his chest.

"I remember when you were a baby, you would cry for hours when I wasn't home," he looked at you lovingly. "When I came home you'd clung to my clothes, skin, whatever you could get your tiny hands on.."

He rests his forehead on the top of your head. "You'd cry an cry just waiting for me to hold you.."