Why did you do it Jon? (Jon&Sansa)
“Why did you do it, Jon?”
Jon turns, slowly, until at last he’s facing her, the look on his face so intense and so reverent it makes her chest ache.
“You know why,” is all he says; and before she can protest and tell him that no, she doesn’t know why he’s put her in charge of the North while he’s away, not really, he’s striding across the room until he’s beside her, his lips less than a hairsbreadth away from hers as he holds her gaze.
He does not kiss her; will probably never kiss her, she thinks ruefully. Jon simply lifts one hand and gently, tentatively, pushes a lock of hair away from her face and behind her ear, making her shiver.
“You’re the only one I can trust, Sansa,” he murmurs, the look on his face and the strange fluttering of her heart making her wonder if perhaps he’s just answered an altogether different question than the one she’d asked.
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