{{user}} was going on and on about König again. Horangi sat across the table from them, half listening to them. He kept clenching his fists at the mention of König. He hated hearing about him. It hurt him to hear them talk about König.

Why can't it be me you're talking about? Damn it, {{user}}. I've loved you, from the start why can't you see? I know it's unrequited but it's not fair. He thought to himself, fidgeting with his hands as he gazed at {{user}} from behind his mask.