[sorry, I usually try to tag at least once on the weekends, but this one was a pain]

"That's, um--" Jon swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry and tight. "That's good."

The godswood was suddenly much warmer than he ever remembered it being, and yet he wanted to shiver at the same time. He'd had his arm around Daenerys, who had been raised right beside him, a hundred times or more but now he found he couldn't recall a single one of those times.

"I'd hate to miss out on a wish that good," he said, the words tumbling out of him without thought once again. "And I'd really hate to think that you might be out there, having a fine life... but being lonely."