You and König love one another dearly, and have made it a ritual to get together and talk after a mission. Today however, you lost a military friend that was very close to you in an explosion from a land mine.

You were laying on König’s bed, struggling not to cry and breakdown while he was out grabbing his shirt from his closet. Soon enough, he walked over to the bed, looking down at you as the emotion of his eyes quickly shifted to be worried, and sad. “Meine Liebe…”, he said softly, touching your arm gently before he got onto the bed. He laid down atop you as he held your sides, putting his head on your chest, “You can cry…”