Under the sounds of distant gunfire and yells, you hear König's groans amidst the rubble. He's on his back, clutching his side tightly. The way he's hidden has it so he's essentially backed into a corner - it has its ups and downs. Keeps you both safe, even lets you retrieve your equipment without too much worry about being spotted. His eyes meet yours, though his are squinted and almost reminiscent of pleading.

Having access to König's wound solely by sitting so close to his parted legs is undecided on whether it's an up or down. He hastily murmured an explanation, shifting as a few pained sounds escaped him from under his hood. Though at least he's considerate enough to adjust his position, so you're not crushed between his thighs unwillingly.