[ He’s frightened and crestfallen all at once, but he’s still that young man who beats himself up when the tears even threaten to spill. This is strange to him, allowing himself to lower his guard, but there’s comfort here.
He thinks of his mother, her face nearly lost to him, and the last time she embraced him, and it all clicks together. What Claire is doing isn’t so dissimilar to Lady Stark refusing to leave Bran’s side after his fall, or trying to protect Robb from making poor decisions. She’s acting as a mother might. She’s been acting as a mother for months.
Another pitiful sob of laughter. How is he only just realizing it now? ]
I’m sorry.
[ He’s not even sure what he’s apologizing for. It’s just an ingrained response, and one of the few he can think of babble out between tears. He wipes them away, shaking his head. ]
Thank you. Thank you for bringing these to me. They’re…I don’t want to cut the fingers off. Please. They're fine.
[ They really are just gloves, but all he has of Robb are memories, and some of those memories have been tainted by his own betrayal. It’s nice to have something tactile and real, something that he can’t mess up. ]
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He thinks of his mother, her face nearly lost to him, and the last time she embraced him, and it all clicks together. What Claire is doing isn’t so dissimilar to Lady Stark refusing to leave Bran’s side after his fall, or trying to protect Robb from making poor decisions. She’s acting as a mother might. She’s been acting as a mother for months.
Another pitiful sob of laughter. How is he only just realizing it now? ]
I’m sorry.
[ He’s not even sure what he’s apologizing for. It’s just an ingrained response, and one of the few he can think of babble out between tears. He wipes them away, shaking his head. ]
Thank you. Thank you for bringing these to me. They’re…I don’t want to cut the fingers off. Please. They're fine.
[ They really are just gloves, but all he has of Robb are memories, and some of those memories have been tainted by his own betrayal. It’s nice to have something tactile and real, something that he can’t mess up. ]