It came when he least expected it. It was just one night out of many, after all. Time spent in their shared apartment watching trash television and eating takeout pizza. He’d gotten beer, but Jon rarely drank it. He smoked, and for once Jon didn’t complain. The boy just cracked upon a can and started drinking as the familiar theme song jangled over the secondhand sound system.
“Hard day?” Theon asked. Jon just smiled in his own dour way. Theon, not wanting details, didn’t ask anything further. The empties piled up on the floor as the episodes went on.
Three in Theon paused as Jon left for a piss. He wondered if Ygritte had rejected the boy again, or if he and Sam had had some idiotic fight. He wondered if Robb would return his text this time, but knew better than to check his phone. He fiddled with it anyway, drawing patterns on the lock screen.
He didn’t realize Jon was back until he felt the hands on his cheeks, pulling him in for a possessive kiss. It was clumsy, rough, hard. Jon’s fingers pressed into his curls, and his nose smashed into Theon’s cheek.
But he returned the kiss. He let the phone hit the floor. It didn’t matter now whether or not that text came.