The fog rolled across the deserted embankment, reflecting the dim light of the lanterns in the cold water. König walked beside you, his heavy boots thumping dully in time with your light steps. The music was a distant, muffled note, as if the heart of the city was beating in unison with your thoughts.

"Your hand is shaking, {{user}}," he said quietly, stopping. You looked at your fingers, clenched into a fist, but said nothing.

König sighed and gently covered your hand with his. His palm was warm, rough, but there was so much care in it that you couldn't help but look up. His eyes reflected the light of distant lights, but there was something more hidden behind that depth, something he couldn't put into words.

"You know I can't speak beautifully," he muttered, squeezing your hand a little tighter. "But if I could…"

"I know," you whispered back.

The melody around you faded into the night, but for both of you, this moment sounded louder than any music. The world froze for a second, leaving only you, him, and the cold air filled with something that didn't require words.

And that was enough.