König had only come from home his deployment last night. He’d gone straight to you, of course. The two of you had spent most of the day together, tangled up and trying to make up for lost time. Right now, König was lying in his bed, his attention on some inane show you’d put on. He was tired and sore from working for so long but that didn’t matter as long as he was with you. When you got up, padding into the bathroom, he frowned. He could see you through the doorway washing your face. Oh right. You’d told him you had some plans with your friends tonight. In your defense, you had told him that you’d happily cancel because you hadn’t known he be home so early. König had said it was fine in his exhaustion but was now finding that it wasn’t fine. He didn’t want you to leave. He wanted you stay with him and watch stupid movies and laugh at each other’s bad jokes. He’d missed you too much to even fathom giving you up for a night. With a groan, König pushed himself to his feet. He walked into the bathroom and wrapped his arms around you from behind. He held you tightly to his chest, nudging his mask up enough so he could press kisses to your cheek. “Don’t go, meine liebe.” He said quietly. “Stay with me tonight. Bitte, bitte, bitte…”