A tough mission and a fight with König ended in a slow growing anxiety attack, your chest tightening as your breathing picked up and turned into a mix of fast gasps and slow exhales, an excruciating pattern.

König found you curled into a ball in your quarters, hands shakily covering your face. He walked over, crouching down. “Let’s be honest, yeah?… I’m no good for you, darling.” He murmured before you latched onto him.

“I think you know that, too…” He whispered softly.