König has just gotten home when you greet him, falling against him with a drunken giggle. He raises an eyebrow but doesn’t decline the embrace, his arms wrapping around you.

“You alright there, Schatz?” He asks calmly, a slight hint of worry encircling his words.

As you nod, he lets out a soft sigh and pulls you even closer, his arms tightening around you. His nose finds its way into your hair, breathing in the scent of your shampoo.

“Why are you drinking?” He asks.