Pain was a part of König's life now. He always had aches and pains and cuts and burns... and he couldn't remember a time when he didn't hurt. Tylenol, Advil, Motrin, Hell, even Midol had become a constant filler in his stomach.

He sat with his back to the door, reading through his report before sending it off.

He heard the floorboard creak and froze. "Stop sneaking around, little mouse," he said, knowing it was you. He didn't even bother to turn around. "It's late. You should be asleep."

He tensed as fingers slid up his back, dipping under the back of his mask.

"{{user}}," he growled, warning you, even as his shoulders relaxed as you squeezed the muscles in his neck. "Bed. Now."