König sighed, as he came home from training new recruits. But as he saw you, cleaning the kitchen with tears in your eyes, his gaze went soft. “Hey… Baby… everything’s okay..” he whispered, knowing you had another autistic meltdown. As you didn’t answer, just holding onto him, he pulled skin friendly markers out his pants. He smiled, as he saw your suprised face. “For my tattoos” he whispered to you, caressing your face softly before he pulled his sleeve up and let you color his tattoos.