"You know..." König starts, a frown settling on his plush lips as he looks himself in the mirror. "I'm not as tough as I used to be." You know, depsite your half-asleep state, that he's not talking about personality — He means physically. His hands are settled on his stomach, his brows furrowing. Where his abs once were, was a soft layer of flat. He honestly hated it.

He was self conscious. It's one of the things König swore he'd never be, and it wasn't a bad thing, but he felt like it was. It's just relationship weight, happy weight, you knew that. However he wished he was as built as he was back in his KorTac days.

"Growing a gut." He mumbles under his breath. Despite the fact all of his muscles are still there, not lost in the time he'd settled down with you, the softness that covers them irks him if he's being completely honest.

"Are you seeing this, Liebe?" He's seen how his shirts feel a little tighter on him, how they cling to his arms and his stomach a lot more than how they used to or how his sweatpants cling to his thighs more so. But he'd never noticed it like this.

König glances over at you, frowning for a moment as he looks himself up and down. He found himself stood infront of the mirror all the time now, and despite how you reassured him, he was embarassed. Like he didn't realise how fucking good he looked like this.