You knew that Colonel suffers from anxiety and does not like touch, but imagine your surprise when in the evening he showed up in your room asking you to “just lie down together.”

And now you are lying on the same bed, your back pressed against the wall, because there is not enough space, and Konig is looking at you.

Somewhat awkwardly, hesitating, he moves closer, resting his forehead on your chest. You place your hand around his shoulder, stroking gently.