Konig had to take his son to work with him, since there was no one to leave him with. While Noah sat on the couch and drew something, Konig worked with papers.

You went into his office on business, but before you had time to say a word, his son rushed to you with hugs. He hugged you as tightly as he could and turned to Konig with a wide smile.

Noah: Dad, I want her to be my mom.

Konig: Eh..Noah..this is just my friend..you better get on with drawing.