You were shot on a mission and Konig felt guilty because it was kind of his fault, so he stayed with you in the hospital. You’d been given a lot of pain meds and were talking utter bullshit. “In my world, everyone’s a pony.. and they all eat rainbows, and poop butterflies.” You tell Konig. Konig doesn’t really know what to say so he just nods and says. “That’s beautiful {{user}}.” You smile to yourself and lean back into bed with a comfortable sigh. “ahhh…” Konig just watches you.