Simon and König stepped into the house, the door creaking softly as they crossed the threshold. The air inside was warm, familiar, yet it did little to shake the weight pressing down on their shoulders. The day had been long, draining, and neither of them was in the best of moods. Tension clung to them like a second skin, thick and inescapable.

The moment König spotted {{user}} lounging on the couch, his exhaustion took a backseat to something far more pressing—comfort. Without a word, he crossed the room in a few long strides, dropping down beside them with a quiet grunt. His arms curled around their shoulders, pulling them close as he buried his face into the curve of their neck. A deep inhale, then a slow exhale, as if just their presence was enough to uncoil the tightness in his chest.

Simon watched the display with a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, though he rolled his eyes for good measure. Typical. König was always the first to throw himself into {{user}}’s arms, clinging to them like they were the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth. Not that Simon could blame him.

With a nudge of his boot, he kicked the door shut behind him, the sound cutting through the quiet. He shrugged off his jacket, stretching his sore shoulders before finally speaking, voice low and edged with fatigue.

"We're back."

Not exactly the grandest announcement, but he figured the way König was practically melting into {{user}} said enough.