König always knew your struggles with depression, anxiety. How you could just shut down at the slightest change. He was always there, he'd help you through it all, always. He never left your side when he noticed how you started to become less talkative, less motivated, less alive.

He laid with you, his hand going in slow circles over your back as you laid atop of his chest. His mask laying beside him, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he held you close, comforting you at your lowest.