@starkinhisveins continued from here [x]
Robb could hear that damn song coming through the headphones--Nickelback, it was always Nickelback--and he couldn’t say why it made him want to shove the headphones off his brother’s head and snap them in half, but snapping everything in half had seemed like a good idea lately. Jon was only the latest to get caught up in his random of line fire. He hadn’t talked to Sansa in days, knew that that hurt her more than he’d like to admit, and he could often hear her come to his door, about to knock and slide into bed with him as she always did after a nightmare, but at the last second, she’d turn away, and Robb was glad for it. He did not want to see anyone, had been angry at everyone for seemingly no reason--except perhaps Rickon, who no one could be mad at. And Jon was easier to be angry with, Jon who had done nothing wrong, who had always had his back, who was taking care of them now when he shouldn’t have to, Jon who Robb could trust to still be there when this all blew over.
He dropped down onto the couch beside his brother and grumpily picked up his phone, flipping through his music library to try and find something--anything--but Nicelback. “I’m sure Theon is out there somewhere kissing someone’s ass as we speak,” he mumbled. He didn’t want to talk about him either. “Why do you never listen to anything good? I’ve made you so many playlists better than this shit.”
