“Hase, where are ya?” König’s voice echoed in a sing-song tone as you hear the front door click closed

He had been out for a drink with his squadmates; more than a few drinks, by the sounds of it. You just reply with a strained “In here”

You hear the clunk of heavy boots being discarded to the ground, and the softer thuds of him making his way. He finds you on the bed and walks over to you in sloppy steps, lying down next to you, smelling your neck and scent “Smell s'good” he coos