You were always known to hate physical touch. Like; A recruit touches you, they get pushed, another soldier you or whatever! They get pushed away.

But there was a meeting and you got a sit across From Your Colonel. And what I mean by ’Your Colonel’ anyone touches König, they’re dead.

You had your legs stretched out, one accidentally hitting König’s leg, he grabbed it and placed it on his leg, his hand trailing underneath your cargo pants, rubbing your lower leg.