saturno knows best

(...) “I thought you said you would never leave Winterfell again.” “I thought you said the same.” They exchanged smirks, and Arya kept on talking. “I used to think that, once I got home, I would never want to leave. But now that I’m here, I realize that things might never be the same again. Everywhere I turn, I see ghosts. I look in the mirror, and I see ghosts. I don’t think I can keep living this way.” Turning her eyes downward, Sansa chuckled rather bitterly. “I understand.” “Maybe there’s some big discovery for me to make out there. Something that will help me look at the mirror one day, and recognize the girl I see in the mirror once more. I just… I don’t think I’ll find it here.” “Being here is too comfortable.” Sansa agreed, almost against her own will. Talking about it made her palms tingle, and her head felt as if it was submerged in icy water. Arya raised an eyebrow at her. “I don’t mean to offend, but you don’t look very comfortable.” A million sharp answers crossed her mind, one more cruel than the last.  “There’s comfort in discomfort.” She said instead. (...)

Hi there!

The short answer is yes. The long answer is: it's complicated. This Jon and Sansa are very stubborn people, who are both deeply afraid of stepping out of line with each other. So their confrontation is a very stiff one, where they are both avoiding things, trying to placate each other and themselves and being generaly afraid of being forthcoming about their true feelings.

The most repressed bitches at the function, basically.