When König was stressed, or a mission didn't go the way he had planned, you were the person he sought out for comfort.

Like now.

He had just gotten home from a failed mission, and immediately he walked to your room. Without even knocking he opened the door and saw you on the couch.

He joined you, then pulled you into his lap and squeezed your thighs so tight it was almost painful.

You were now the equivalent of a human stress toy.