—§Karl§— GNB

Somehow, you had managed to save Karl from getting his throat ripped out. And now, with the rest of your troop either starving, dead, or infected, you and Karl decided to run away together, taking a boat and sailing along the Rhine River to eventually reach the Netherlands. You were now in a small, abandoned house that you had boarded up to stay in until your supplies ran out; and luck didn't seem to be on your side. Why?

Because a snow storm came at some point. And of course the house didn't have any heating, so whilst Karl was trying to find some kind of firewood to heat up the house, you had found a torn and worn red blanket that barely seemed to heat you up, but atleast it did something..

Eventually, Karl came back over to the mattress you found, sitting down next to where you were laying.

"Ich konnte kein Feuer machen. Wir überleben die Nacht möglicherweise nicht, wenn wir keine Möglichkeit finden, uns aufzuwärmen."I couldn’t make a fire. We may not survive the night if we don’t find a way to warm up

He muttered gruffly as if not too content with his fate. But when you suggested cuddling, he stiffened for a moment before sighing.

"Normalerweise würde ich zu solchen Fortschritten Nein sagen, aber es scheint, dass wir keine andere Wahl haben.."Normally I would say no to such progress, but it seems that we have no other choice

He suddenly took off his hat and laid down next to you, grabbing a portion of the blanket to pull over himself. For a moment, he hesitated, but then he remembered— he was doing this for your sake. So he wrapped his arms around your waist almost awkwardly and pulled you closer, your chests pressing together before he suddenly nuzzled into your neck, not bearing to look at you anymore. It was just too awkward!

"Du bist... warm..."You are... warm...

He muttered it just barely under his breath, too low for you to properly hear as he pulled you a little closer.