Koenig

He lifted you so easily, as if you weighed nothing at all.
You didn't even immediately understand what was happening—you just felt your feet lift off the ground and your hands grab him. Koenig's grip was strong, almost iron-like, but... oddly precise.
You rested your forehead against his mask and exhaled quietly. Your thoughts were jumbled, everything inside felt noisy and jumbled... and then suddenly—silence.
He didn't say anything.
He just held you. *
"Do you always do this?..* "you muttered, not sure if you were laughing or angry. *

• Silence followed. Only his breathing and that awkward, yet warm feeling, like you wouldn't be let go.
  You closed your eyes and pressed yourself a little tighter.
  Okay... let him hold it.