Can I please has a "omg they're gonna kiss they're gonna kiiiisssssssss" but then Something Happens so they don't kiss moment.
She is at the precinct all night. After Pod leaves, Brienne Tarth comes back in with a cup of coffee and a recording device and asks if she’d be willing to make a statement.
Her eyes flit to the two-way mirror. She’s sure Pod is back there. She’s sure he’s still watching her. Her stomach twists. You were my friend, she thinks. Was it a lie?
Is it all lies, forever and ever and ever?
Pod isn’t supposed to be a liar. He’s supposed to be honest. The good kind of honest. The kind of honest that made her feel safe, like when she was a girl, like when Ned--when her father was still alive.
“Sansa?” Brienne asks carefully.
“Sorry,” she hears herself say. It’s late. She’s tired. She’s upset. She’s...she’s not sure. She’s not sure of anything. Not sure who she is.
“Of course,” Brienne says. Good cop, bad cop, lying cop. That’s what that team is. “It’s late. Maybe you should go home and come back in tomorrow?”
Is it even my home? It was bought with his money. And Alayne’s.
Alayne doesn’t have green eyes anymore.
She nods, and pulls out her phone and...who does she have? Who can she text? She doesn’t want to go back there, and she can’t bear to face Mya, or Myranda, and...god, Harry. Where is Harry? She doesn’t even know if she can ask that right now.
Every time she says the word Sansa, she feels like she’ll cry. I’m not, she thought. Not anymore. I can’t be. Not again.
The door opens and she sees Pod come in. He’s scruffy--not so much a five o’clock shadow as a three in the morning shadow. Liar, she thinks, and her cheeks are wet. Liar, but I’m here. And they’re alive.
I’m Alayne, father. Who else would I be?
Pod’s crossing the room, and kneeling down next to her, and gently, she feels him take her hand. “You’re not alone,” he whispers to her. “You’re not.”
He’s so close, and he smells like his deodorant wore off hours ago, and it’s tangy in her nose. He smells like Pod, and all she can think as she looks at him is how he’s a liar, but he’s not--not really. He had a reason. If she’s a liar, why can’t he be a liar too, and if he’s a liar, maybe he won’t hate her for lying the way everyone else will and--and--
She wants to hold him so close she can feel his heart pounding against her chest.
“We’ll get you home safely,” Brienne says. “I’m headed up towards Andersonville. I’ll give you a ride, if you’d like.”
She nods, and Pod squeezes her hand, and his eyes are so tired. So gentle.
