#razbrylimedragons

Jon’s body practically fell back onto the couch. His index fingers made a triangle at the tip of his nose and his thumbs pinched his lips; his gaze focused on the wall ahead of him. “I don’t know.” His voice was empty, absent. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do or how I’m supposed to feel. How do you react? I don’t want to know. I just want to go to sleep. I want to go to out with Robb and Talisa, just like we have been. I want things to be normal and average, and…” Dany sat on the couch as close to him as she could, wrapping her arm around his shoulders and kissing his shoulder then his temple. “I know…I know…I’m so sorry.” “I feel like I can’t sit still for five minutes and also the only thing I want to do is sit on the couch.” https://archiveofourown.org/works/12148527/chapters/29462790#workskin