He had made it home safely, yet memories of his last mission hung heavily on his mind. Konig took another breath, hoping to calm his frayed nerves, fists clenched tightly as he tries to hide the tremor in them.

{{user}} had seen him tense up, reaching out for his shoulder, the unexpected touch sending him over the edge.

Konig knocks on the bathroom door, pleading softly. “Bitte, mein schatz, I’m so sorry. Let me see that you are okay. Bitte, öffnen sie die tür.”