You sat at the work bench beside Konig in the armory, trying to concentrate on securing your new attachment to your weapon. He started to bounce his knee, and you tried to ignore it, but it was distracting.

After what seemed like forever, you reached out and put your hand on his knee, holding it still.

"Please. Stop."

Konig's face was hidden behind his hood and unreadable. He didn't speak, only stared at you