Being in love with shadowhunters...

Tormund: I'M TRYING TO!

Jaime: DUDE, WHAT DO YOU THINK I HAVE WANTED TO DO FOR YEARS?

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Tormund: She give you that look too?

Jaime: The one where it's like she's staring into your soul and finding you lacking and all you want to do is prove you're good enough and honorable enough for her?

Tormund: I was going to say the thing about how she looked like she was going to kick your ass and eat your liver for lunch, but that sounds like it'd make her like me more.

Jaime: Yeah, I know that look too.

Tormund: Tell me about all of her looks!

Jaime: *whips out a presentation about Brienne of Tarth, her looks, and why she's the best*

Sandor: *raises eyebrows*

Tormund: That's a lot.

Jaime: *shrugs* We were forced to go on a road trip together. I lost my hand, called her wench, and saved her from a bear. She kept me safe and made sure I got home okay. I gave her my sword and told her to keep it (just like my heart).

Tormund: You lucky bastard. How long have you known her?

Jaime: Long enough to know I should have followed her the first time I let her go.

Tormund: My sympathies. I know what that's like. If it makes you feel any better, I still haven't sparred with her.

Sandor: Don't.

Jaime: You'll lose.

Sandor: She bit my ear off.