“You sure you don’t want my help?” König asks, looking up at you with a slight worried expression as he watches you try to put up the star.

Every year König’s the one to put up the star on the Christmas tree, given he’s 6’8 feet tall; nearly the size of the Christmas tree.

“I got it-“ your words get cut short when your footing slips, and you fall off the ladder. Konig’s eyes widen as he moves quickly to catch you just in time, sighing. “Now will you let me do it?” König asks softly.