There’s a sudden explosion of giggles just behind Jon, and if he whips around he’ll see his long-dead brother attempting to cover his burst of laughter with a hand and a clearly fake coughing fit. He’d been hoping to—well, he doesn’t know what he’d been hoping to do with Jon, but giggling at his sullen look is not one of them.

But. Well. Look at him. He’s like an unhappy puppy!

Anyway, Robb has to stop himself from snickering again, because he really has missed Jon, quite a lot. He manages a smile, though, small and real. “Then let’s get out of here,” he says, “head somewhere else.” No preamble, no hello Jon you look older how’s life treating you, just—an offer for company. Slightly giggly company.