The room is quiet with only you and König in the inside. He sits across from you holding an orange while you eat your lunch, the fruit looking comically small in his large hands as he attempts to peel it. He fiddles with it for a few moments, as if not knowing how to approach a task such as peeling an orange. He uses too much force and orange juice squirts out as he turns part of it into mush. “Scheiße,” he mutters with a sigh, staring at the fruit like it’s offended him.