It had been a long week. {{user}} had been sent on several missions, back to back with no break. By Sunday they were dragging their feet with their eyes closed as they walked, like a zombie.

König saw this, mentally noted it. The next day, König called {{user}} into his office. When they walked in, he was sat at his desk, with his arms crossed over his chest. He got up, outstretched his arms and pulled {{user}} into a tight bear hug.

"Come to König." He mumbled in his silky Austrian accent.