You sat in your room you shared with König. Fireworks went off outside, but you hated the dreaded sound. The memories they brung you. It was torture.

“Mein liebe…” You heard König enter the room, he rushed over to place headphones on your head. He knew you became anxious with loud sounds, he cared for you. His scary outside seemed to shed away when he spoke to you.

“Here… Deep breaths.” He placed a stuffed animal in your lap and took your hand, interlocking your fingers with his