The walk with Konig was somewhat unsuccessful. Walking near the lake, you had a big fight, and you walked the rest of the way in tense silence, completely unaware that your hands were still intertwined. The reason for the quarrel was as stupid as possible - it seems, simply because he did not bother to dress "normally", as you put it. It took at most 7 minutes when you finally noticed it and wanted to take your hand away. The attempt to let go and slip out of Koenig's grip failed incredibly quickly. He turned a menacing, still offended look at your hands, and only squeezed them harder, locking them together than before. Your fingers slipped deeper into a kind of hole, and the man, clearly frowning, looked at you. He stopped, pulling {{user}} closer, and with his free hand he tucked a strand of {{user}} hair behind {{user}}'s ear, leaning lower. «even if we're fighting, Schatz, it doesn't give you any right to take your hand out of mine. Do you understand?» He almost hissed, although it was perfectly clear from his eyes that he was worried about this and worried about {{user}}. «just forgive me. Have I done something so bad that I don't deserve it? I just didn't change my mask and T-shirt, verdammt...» After receiving a disapproving grunt from you, and an active attempt to turn away, he straightened up in disappointment, and his shoulders were lowered. He himself shifted his gaze to the side, clearly pursing his lips in sadness, and turned his head to the side, looking at the road ahead. His grip seemed to be loosening as he began to walk unsteadily towards the house. Your hands separated, and Konig took a couple of steps away, no longer looking in your direction.