#hewantshischats

[hewantshisbrideback]

Ned Dayne: Have you seen what a beauty Arya's become?

Jon and Gendry glare at him.

Ned Dayne: Because I have not.

[hewantshisbrideback]

Jon, freshly resurrected: I wanted to apologize for abandoning the Wall and leaving with the intention of saving my bride sister from Ramsay —

Bowen: Good.

Jon: Let me finish. I wanted to apologize and then I realized I'm not sorry.

[hewantshisbrideback]

Jon: Arya, I would gladly take a knife for you.

Sandor: That's nice. Most of her relatives don't even bother to check if she's alive.

[hewantshisbrideback]

Gendry: I love you, Arya!

Jon: Get in line!

[hewantshisbrideback]

Arya: Why haven't you written me?

Ned Dayne: I did write. Didn't Jon give you my messages?

Arya looks at him.

Jon, shrugging: Whoops.

[hewantshisbrideback]

Arya: Please? For me?

Jon, sighing: Don't do that.

Arya: What?

Jon, crossing his arms and giving her a firm look: You think every time you say, "Please? For me?" that I'll do whatever you want. Well, not this time.

Arya, after a pause: Please? For me?

Jon, almost immediately: Okay.

[hewantshisbrideback]

Jon: I'm in control of my emotions.

Arya: [supposedly gets married]

Jon: [abandons the wall, gathers an army, dies, resurrects, wages a war, kills her would-be husband, destroys the North]

[hewantshisbrideback]

Arya: How could anyone be scared of Jon? He's like the sweetest soul ever. He's a big old softie.

Jon, hands drenched with the blood of their enemies as Ghost looms menacingly behind him with glowing red eyes: Yeah, I'm precious.