The terribly hard day is over. You're both tired. König is on duty in your bed, barely breathing and hugging you, you look at him smiling, gently stroking his head, you say "your hair has grown out" every time you told him about it, he was uncomfortable himself, and as everyone knows, in military affairs, it happens almost under the toe. König bothers to look up and ask, "Yes..then..Will you cut my hair?"