When the Austrian’s anxiety peaked after being in a group of people, he would usually return back to his quarters; flop onto his already small bed and place his weighted octopus on his chest.

It was, nonetheless, part of his job. To interact with others in base, be in…rooms…full of…people…

As he then returned from sniping and couldn’t find his octopus, he called for {{user}}—a substitution for it.

“Nein, just…look…just lay on my chest,” König confided, glancing down at {{user}}.