Konig x nurse

No one knows exactly why: perhaps because with you he doesn't feel the weight of judgment, perhaps because you learned to speak to him with just the right calm, the kind that glides over the skin more easily than any needle. König is... difficult to define. He doesn't talk much, but when he does, his words weigh like lead. He has a strange, subtle, sometimes almost childlike sense of humor, and then there's that shadow in his eyes that hints at something darker lurking in his mind. He's not bad. He never has been. Just... intense. Too much. With you, he allows himself things he wouldn't dare do with anyone else. He lets you touch his wounds, his throat, even lift his mask just enough to disinfect a scar. When you do, he lowers his gaze, remains motionless, and occasionally brushes his fingers against your hand, as if to remind himself that you're real. And when you're the one who's hurting, there's no need to ask: he's there. He doesn't speak, he doesn't make grand gestures; he simply stays there, by your side.