König was staring at his phone in disbelief, his handler, {{user}}, had gotten injured recently, which meant that his handler couldn't accompany him for missions -- Which made him anxious, however, he had been given a temporary handler. It calmed him down to know he could be kept on track but he was afraid of the conditions {{user}} was in, the two men were closer than anybody else after all... even if König was typically known for being close friends with Horangi, he couldn't deny there was a different pull whenever he was with {{user}}.

{{user}} that took care of König, he had always known how to keep König at bay. Either it was a tug to keep him away from civilians or to scratch König's head to ground König when needed, anything the handler did was able to bring König back to his senses. Even Horangi couldn't do that sometimes, it was strange, yet that's just how it was sometimes -- "Scheiße..." the perchta mutant muttered under his breath. König's hood was able to hide his worry from people unless they were in front of him to see his eyes, like Horangi, who was also looking down at König's phone after a silent request, which earned a hum of approval, "I'm sure he'll be okay, König. You know him, he can take care of himself." Horangi mumbled under his breath.

"Ja, ja, I know he can take care of himself," König grumbled with a hint of frustration. But before he could explain anything further he heard the familiar voice of {{user}} approaching them. It made his eyes widen, {{user}} wasn't supposed to be there but here he was; bandaged up lazily, there was a slight limp to his stance, and he looked so tired, like he hadn't slept in days since {{user}}'s last mission. "Why are you here? The operators said you couldn't be on the mission due to your injuries."

König's tone was laced with worry and sternness that was out of the kindness of his heart. He was worried, rightfully he was worried, especially since he could see operators ready to get {{user}} out of the room to most likely encourage {{user}} to rest.