[ He allows her to touch his shoulder this time, though he doesn’t turn immediately. He furrows his eyebrows in confusion, still trying to work out some kind of explanation for himself. They aren’t friends, not in the only sense he knows. He assumed she put up with him out of necessity, perhaps trying to mend his relationship with the Starks.
At last, he turns, looking ashamed and upset, angry with himself, but not with her. ]
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At last, he turns, looking ashamed and upset, angry with himself, but not with her. ]
I’m fine.
[ Of course, he never is. ]