König thought the orange peeling theory was stupid; did your whole relationship and years together could really be mesure in one little orange? No.

So why was he going to test it on you? He wondered. He scowled under his veil as he walked toward you, but seemed to talk to himself.

“Scheisse, I hate peeling those things. It’s sticky.“ he said, and turned to you, innocently. “And I get some under my nails.” he added.

What was the orange peeling theory anyway? He loved you and you loved him.