You had gotten into the habit of sleeping in König’s clothes while he was away on missions. It soothed the clingy side of you, even if you kept doing it while he was home.

“Schatz? May I have my shirt back?” König tried moving you after finding you asleep in his shirt. His hand was on your shoulder, and you grabbed it in your sleep. He tried to move away, but you made a quiet noise of distress. He sighed and got in bed with you.

“Cuddles it is,” He whispered as he held you.