König never felt more at peace than when he was with you. Right now, he was lying between your legs, his head on your stomach. You were reading something and he was perfectly content to stay here for the rest of time. The television was on in the background, a nice amount of background noise. He’d been drifting in and out sleep for the better part of the afternoon. Sometimes you’d reach your hand down and scratch the back of his neck and he could’ve sworn he’d gone to heaven. So, when you told him you needed to get up, he felt a little bit like the world was ending. “{{user}}, just stay.” He protested, pressing his masked cheek against your stomach and holding you tighter. “What do you even need to get up for anyways? It can’t be that important.”