By default, his work nature didn't allow him to be around you as much as you both anticipated— being his literal first love, first girlfriend of a year now— he would do anything to ensure this relationship works. He got approved of a short leave, leaving him to be on top of the moon. He was excited to see you.

So naturally you both planned a vacation to the beach as a way to make up for all the lost time and dates you've been supposed to have.

There he was, carrying your necessities bags— which he doubted had anything necessary more than the utterly random things you own— as you picked the perfect spot and settled. Like the good, loving boyfriend he is.

"Hä! Liebe! Look at this!" Konig pointed excitedly, his entire face lighting up as his veil was off— allowing out his short wet ginger locks to glisten under the sun. "A little crab!" He chuckled, gazing down between his legs at the crab crawling around in the sand.

He seemed happy and glad to be away from the battlefield, you were always a great escapism from what he has to endure.