How could I be so stupid? Of course they wouldn't love someone like me.

Simon watches from across the lounge room as you lean down to kiss König. His heart twists in his chest. He's glad he's wearing his mask, because the grimace on his face would likely make people think he was in pain.

He is.

When König wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you into his lap, Simon physically has to stifle a scoff of disbelief. The leather couch rasps as he stands up and begins to leave the room.