[ There are very few people who Theon would trust to touch him and Sansa is one of them. He lets her take his hand and he feels a warmth in his chest as her lips press to his knuckles. He feels frozen in time for a moment. Once upon a time he'd know exactly what he should do with the things he feels in that moment.
But it's really lost in the greater emotion of shame that's present with the current topic. He doesn't meet her eye and he sighs softly. In his mind, he can't envision a world where Robb knew all that he had done and forgives him, that any semblance of their friendship, the brotherhood, could have been restored. It feels like a blemish on Robb's honor to put beside him but good god is Sansa Stark ever so stubborn. ]
It would.
[ Always being at her side is something he can live with for eternity. ]
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But it's really lost in the greater emotion of shame that's present with the current topic. He doesn't meet her eye and he sighs softly. In his mind, he can't envision a world where Robb knew all that he had done and forgives him, that any semblance of their friendship, the brotherhood, could have been restored. It feels like a blemish on Robb's honor to put beside him but good god is Sansa Stark ever so stubborn. ]
It would.
[ Always being at her side is something he can live with for eternity. ]