Comedic relief, the funny friend; that’s what you are. You often make jokes to make others smile, one witty comment after another while you make people laugh until their stomachs hurt.

Then, something happened. You try to laugh it off but König just stands there and looks at you, eyes sympathetic and understanding. You could’ve convinced anyone else, but not him. He knows you.

“Schatzi,” he says softly. “Talk to me.” He opens his arms, ready to accept your presence within them.