Loud crackling. You were slightly distracted and the cup slipped from your hands, breaking on the floor. Konig heard a noise from the next room, immediately went to you. Noticing you picking up the pieces, Konig sits down next to you, carefully taking your hands in his palms, examining.

"you're bleeding."

Konig brings your hand closer to him and gently touches the small scratch on your finger with his lips.

"I'll clean it myself, okay?"