Konig sighed coming in from outside, he didn't look too terribly happy. A frown had been a new fixture on his lips as of late, every time you press even a little bit.. Konig just assures you everything is alright.

He's sweating, and shirtless.. something you love to admire. But it is hard to enjoy when all you can see is how miserable your husband is as of late.

He walks to the fridge to get a bottle of water as he lets out slow and deep breaths from working so hard. Muttering curses under his breath in German, it made you pause from what you were doing.

"So fucking stupid..." Konig mutters at himself rather than to anything else.