With your new personal record for sobriety/clean streak under your belt, you felt great. Well not really. Everything was going wrong and you felt more and more pressure from youself as the days ticked past. So you broke. Now you were spiralling back into old habits. After a certain mission brief, König fell into step next to you in the hallway. He didn't say anything, nothing of substance anyway. Until you got to your room. "I'm worried about you..." A small silence fell between you.