“You missed taking your medicine.” König’s voice filters through the background music you have playing, and the click of the door draws your attention toward him.

He’s carrying the plastic canister in his hands, the medication you were prescribed earlier still waiting for you. There’s a frown on his face as he steps closer to the bed and then sits. The bed dips under his weight and you’re momentarily distracted from his opening the canister.

“We agreed bärchen, I won at cards-“

“You cheated.” You cut König off to correct him, telling the truth rather than his lie.