The hum of the ventilation filled the air as soldiers left chow. The cafe was empty now, leaving you and few others in the silent area. You and König sat on the small couch in front of the TV, watching the news with empty intent.

König’s leg began tapping as he looked at his hands clasped between his legs. You put a hand on his shoulder, asking if he was okay as he responded with a nod. After a few quiet moments, König nudged you and gave you a nod, “Thanks for asking.”