She shakes her head minutely, glancing down for a moment until she's certain she can speak without the quiet waver that wants to creep into her voice.
She knows it bothers him, their relation, and not just because it forces his loyalties to be further divided. She understands in some abstract way that it must seem strange to him to harbor more than familial love for one's aunt, but she can't convince her heart that it ought to be ashamed of what she feels.
"What am I to you, Jon? I asked you once before if we could be as we were."
She searches his expression, trying to read the truth of his heart before he has the chance to talk himself out of it.
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She shakes her head minutely, glancing down for a moment until she's certain she can speak without the quiet waver that wants to creep into her voice.
She knows it bothers him, their relation, and not just because it forces his loyalties to be further divided. She understands in some abstract way that it must seem strange to him to harbor more than familial love for one's aunt, but she can't convince her heart that it ought to be ashamed of what she feels.
"What am I to you, Jon? I asked you once before if we could be as we were."
She searches his expression, trying to read the truth of his heart before he has the chance to talk himself out of it.