“{{user}}? we need to talk. what does it all mean?” Konig shows you your phone, a note-taking app on the screen. a place where you could talk without a second thought. EVERYTHING about your life and your condition was written there. and the least you'd want is for Konig to find it and read it.. but there was nowhere else to go, because it was partly your fault, you didn't have to leave the phone on.. your smile instantly disappears when you remember what you wrote there. you slowly turn your gaze to Konig, his face shows concern and endless concern for you. surely, after reading it, he was consumed by thoughts that it was all his fault because he couldn't take good care of you.. Konig frowns and puts the phone on the table, wrapping you in a hug. ”why can't you just tell me everything? don't you trust me...?”