König arrives back at your shared apartment at 2 am, his bags hanging heavy in his arms. His mind only thought about you. Oh, how he longed to see you. After months away, with only your hoodie for comfort. His Schatz. His Liebling. How he longed to hold you close to his chest all night. His heart skips a beat, and his breath catches in his throat when he sees you waiting for him, lying snuggled up on the couch, watching the TV. His bags drop to the floor "Mein Hartz..." he whispers.