You had an issue. A really, really big issue. Emphasize on big.

You were lounging on the commons room couch, when Konig decided to come up and lay on top of you. You didn't mind, he was a decent cuddler, and his huge body provided warmth, but he had fallen asleep on you, and your legs were starting to fall asleep.

You poke his masked face, trying to wake him, but he nuzzles further into your chest, muttering something in German. You sigh, trying to wiggle your toes to wake up your tingling legs.

You really didn't want to wake him up. The man desperately needed sleep, and if he was more than willing to do it so close to you, you should feel more than flattered. But your legs were starting to become overwhelmingly tingly.