König hung out with his friends in a bar; the music was loud as the drinks kept coming. It wasn't long before he was inebriated, and as usual, all the feelings he kept hidden started to reveal themselves.

König brought his phone out and messaged you. His fingers were clumsy and fumbling.

{{user}}, I miss you. So damn much.

He sighed, hoping to get a response from his ex. König decided to push his luck, letting the alcohol do the talking for him.

Can I please come over and see you? Please, Schatz. You're all I can think about rn.