Snowed In || Bran and Jojen ||
Bran wakes up confused, heâd fallen asleep next to Jojen last night. With his parents, Rickon, and Sansa gone for a few days Jojen had come to stay. Heâd fallen asleep with his head on Jojenâs chest, but now he was alone in the bed. He rubs his eyes and pushes himself up on his elbows, the door is ajar, but Summer is still curled up on the rug.Â
âSummer.â Bran says groggily. âGet me the robe.â The dog trots dutifully to the laundry pile and pulls Branâs bathrobe off the top. âThanks.â Bran mutters tying it clumsily around him and easing himself into the wheelchair. He adjusts the bathrobe around him and underneath him, then wheels himself out of his bedroom.Â
âJoj?â He asks, rolling into the living room to find Jojen standing apprehensively at the window. Summer trots over and nudges Jojenâs hand comfortingly. Bran can see the sheet of white out the window as he comes to a stop next to Jojen. âShit,â He breathes, watching the steadily falling snow continue to pile up. âWhen did this start?âÂ