#jonrya crack

[hewantshisbrideback]

Arya: So, what is your type anyway?

Jon: Small, skinny, knows how to fight, stubborn, brave, witty, dumb, tangled hair, gray eyes.

Arya: For a second, that almost sounded like me.

Jon: Did I mention dumb?

[hewantshisbrideback]

Jon: About a week ago, I accidentally slept with Arya.

Rickon: Really?

Jon: Yes.

Sansa: You accidentally slept with our sister.

Jon: My cousin.

Bran: Accidentally.

Jon: Yes.

Sansa: I don't understand. Did you trip over something?

[hewantshisbrideback]

Jon: Look, Edric. I want to apologize for everything I did and said. For what it’s worth, I really like having you around.

Ned Dayne: No, you don't.

Jon: I know. I have dreams where I staple your fingers to your face. But Arya likes you so I'm coping.

[hewantshisbrideback]

Jon: Maybe I die. Knives to the back. And then you go, and marry Arya. And it makes me sad. But if she's going to be with somebody, I'd like it to be you.

Gendry: Strange, but sweet.

Jon: Only I didn't really die. I was faking it. And I come back. I spy on you through my badass direwolf. And I'm planning to kick your ass, but I see how happy you make her. And I have to walk away - I have to. And I do. Slowly. In a rainstorm.

Val: Okay, this isn't really in the spirit of what we're trying to do -

Jon: But as time goes by, it eats away at me. You're out, living it up with my bride. And I'm alone. In a cave. Training.

Tormund: Anyone else want to chime in?

Jon: I thought you were my friend. I thought you were my friend!

[hewantshisbrideback]

Arya, joking: I could have Jon kill you for that.

Jon, running in: Kill who?

Arya, grinning: I was just joking.

Jon, wielding Ice: No, who do I kill?