It so happened that you and Konig had the same problems - relationships with people, namely their problematic nature. The man wasn't trying anymore, having gotten used to the image of a cold and arrogant colonel, and you were still floundering, constantly faltering at it. Hell knew how you and him had become friends... but it seemed to suit both of you. You could tell Koenig anything in the world, and he'd listen silently, occasionally adding something of his own. ...

• "You know, I'm so tired of being alone. You look at the others, and there's only one question in your head: Why am I worse? Why do they all have friends, boyfriends, and I'm just on the sidelines, forced to watch it all. I can't even rely on anyone, I can't expect to be defended in an argument..." you pondered, looking up at the gray sky. A fine rain was dripping from there, as if echoing your mood.
• "Do you need it? You know, it's better to learn how to sort things out on your own... instead of relying on someone else. - Koenig stroked your hair, brushing it with his fingers. The rain had intensified, and now your clothes were clinging unpleasantly to your body. The man snorted and stood up, picking you up after him.
• "Shall we go into the building? Now's the last thing I need to get you sick, {{user}}." The branches of the willow tree you were sitting under rustled quietly in the wind and rain, and it was getting more and more uncomfortable outside. It was starting to pour.