It was evening, cold and snowing outside, in short, a typical winter day. Inside the house, however, there was a pleasant warmth; the sound of wood crackling in the burning fireplace, warm, dimmed lights, soft chill music in the background. Konig was sprawled out in an armchair by the fireplace, reading. You, on the other hand, were sitting on his lap, huddled under a blanket, while he held you with one hand to keep you from falling over, absentmindedly stroking your back, while he held the book with the other. Your face was resting against his chest, the beat of his heart a soothing lullaby. Every so often he looked away from the book to make sure you were still comfortable and relaxed. At one point you heard him sigh peacefully as his heartbeat sped up slightly. You looked up and saw that he was watching you, a sweet little smile on his face as his hand continued to caress you.