It was a really cold morning, too cold for any warm blooded being. Soldiers left and right wore warm clothes, others searched that warmth through rigorous training.

König was leaving his office, the paperwork was drowning him and he needed a break. He stretched his back and took a walk down the halls. All was well and good before he spotted you from afar. Wearing a sweater that was a bit too familiar and too loose on you.

He stared from where he stood, waiting for the soldier you were chatting with to go away. Once they do, he waves at you, gesturing for you to come closer.