König lost his weighted plushie—one that helps his anxiety—in the middle of the night. You, being mutuals with him, are asked to be his personal weighted plushie. “..Scheiße..just lay on top of me, ja? I-I kind of lost my..plushie..so..” The tall Austrian mutters, his eyes flickering towards you as he waits for you to lay on top of him. “..You sure…?” You chuckle nervously. ”..Ja, I can’t sleep without something heavy on me..otherwise—anxiety comes back.” He croaked.