You were in a lot of pain. Chronic pain is shit, no doubt. Today was one of the bad days where all you wanted to do was lay in bed, cry and have your favourite snacks. Yet you couldn't. Duty calls or something.

König looked up at you as you walked into the room. You looked completely normal. Nothing seemed off. Until you said something in response to him and it sounded just a bit more dismissive than your usual attitude. More clipped. Ever so slightly strained. "You okay, Kumpel?"