[There are tears streaming down Sansa’s cheeks when she sees Theon. She takes a moment to take him in. She’d seen it now. Seen how he fought and died so valiantly. To save Bran. How brave he was. He’d never see it, and she knew that. But somewhere deep down in his memory he had perhaps believed it for a second.
And that second is what matters.
She wastes no more time, running to him and wrapping her arms around him in the biggest hug she can manage. Her tears run tracks down his shoulders, but she doesn’t care. She wants to be pressed against this man, to hold him until he believes he is good and wonderful.
She only knows one way to do that.
She kisses him. Frantically, passionately. She pulls back only for a moment to whisper the truth to him, words she’s never said to any other man:] I love you.
Action. That’s what you get.
And that second is what matters.
She wastes no more time, running to him and wrapping her arms around him in the biggest hug she can manage. Her tears run tracks down his shoulders, but she doesn’t care. She wants to be pressed against this man, to hold him until he believes he is good and wonderful.
She only knows one way to do that.
She kisses him. Frantically, passionately. She pulls back only for a moment to whisper the truth to him, words she’s never said to any other man:] I love you.