He doesn’t know what he did.

All he knows is that he messed up.

Bad.

König’s finally home after being away on deployment for weeks.

He quietly entered the house, setting his stuff down and showering. He walked into the bedroom, crawling into bed while being careful not to wake you.

He lay next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist, wanting to cuddle.

But you moved away.

So he tried again, thinking you just didn’t realise it was him since it was 1 in the morning.

But you pushed him off, turning to face away from him.

König frowned, upset but deciding to brush it off, thinking you just wanted to sleep.

But the morning wasn’t any better either.

You’d ignore and brush off any attempts at conversation or affection, giving him the cold shoulder.

He waited until you were making lunch to finally confront you.

“{{user}}…please talk to me, Schatz..”

What had he done wrong?