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Dr. King Schultz angst imagines
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Dr. King Schultz often keeping his distance from you, attempting to ignore his growing feelings in fear that he will lose you like he lost everyone else.
You sat next to Django, staring across the fire at King. He was looking down at his dinner and hadn’t said a word to you for most the night.
“Did I do something wrong?” You asked quietly to Django.
“Nah, he always like that.” Django replied, returning to his food.
You gave Django a look. “Not with you.”
Django did not reply and instead took a sip from his canteen. You looked back over at King, who finished eating and was now staring at his feet. It was almost as if he felt your prying eyes so harshly, that he was looking for anything to do but return your gaze.
Django was first to break the silence. “Y’all gonna turn in soon?” He asked, looking back and forth between them.
“Yes, my dear boy,” King finally replied. “I think some sleep would do us well.”
Django retreated across the camp back to his tent, and you and King were alone. You watched as the older man rounded up the mess of his dishes.
“You know if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were giving me the cold shoulder,” you spoke up.
“Now why would you think that?” He asked, taking a moment to reply. His back was turned to her.
You got up and crossed your way to him.
“You went from talking to me every day to,” you paused for the right words. “…this,” you said with a gesture of hands.
“And what is this?” King asked nonchalantly. Clearly, he feigned ignorance. 
“I don’t know!” You huffed, ready to give up. “I just want you to talk to me.”
“We’re talking,” he responded, making no effort to turn his face.
His cold demeanor was disheartening. It angered you, but ultimately you knew better than to chase something that never existed.
“Forget it,” you said quietly. You turned away from him and began walking to your tent.
“Wait—” King called out behind you.
You slightly turned your face and saw his eyes roam to the ground. You could tell he was still attempting to avoid looking at you.
“I’ve lost people,” King said.
You turned around to face him, arms crossed. He looked up and for the first time the entire night your eyes connected with his.
“And I haven’t?” You challenged.
“This is different!” He shouted, causing you to slightly jump. He immediately regretted his tone after seeing your reaction. “I’m sorry,” he pleaded softly. “Please, don’t make me say this.”
“Say what? God forbid I ask you to show me the littlest respect of at least acknowledging me!”
“I have plenty of respect for you and more,” he replied harshly. “Do not belittle my emotions.”
You said nothing and King ran a hand through his hair. He took a deep breath, calming himself down.
“I care about you, King,” you finally said, breaking his reverie. He looked up at you.
“Fraulein, I care about you too much and there lies the problem,” he said. Even lengths apart, you could see the sadness in his eyes.
“Then why won’t you let me in?” You asked him quietly.
“I never want to watch another person I love die ever again. And at the hands of myself, no doubt.” King’s eyes welled up and he blinked hot tears away. He did not wait for you to reply before continuing. “Besides I’m no good for you, that much is clear. I’m too impulsive and you’ll only get hurt. I could never be so selfish.”
Still shocked by his confession, you remained silent. With King’s mind made up, he headed into his tent. Leaving you out and alone in the cold.
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