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Jon always hated it and himself whenever they fight.
He tossed and turned as he tried to get comfortable in the guest room where he was exiled to when all he wanted to do was crawl next to his wife, hold her close, and revel in her sweet scent and warmth.
He didn’t even have Ghost with him-the traitor. He was his first but as soon as Sansa stormed towards their bedroom, Ghost followed hot on her heels.
Then again, of course he’d side with her, judging from how fat his dog was becoming. Sansa did love Ghost so much.
In fact, he’s the one that she met first.
Seven hells, come to think of it, it was always Ghost first, Jon second.
Just before he grumbled some more, he heard scratching sounds on his door that perked him up right away.
Ah, so he is loyal to me!
Jon’s grin fell into a frown when he saw Ghost smiling happily and covered in lipstick.
I will not get jealous of a dog he chanted over and over his head.
He crossed his arms. “You've come here to gloat, boy?”
Ghost tilted his head innocently making Jon sigh, crouch, and scratch behind his dog's ear.
“She always loved you best—oh what do we have here?”
Jon only noticed that Sansa put one of her fancy hair clips on Ghost’s hair with a tiny folded note tied to it.
Jon,
After a good talk with Ghost, I’ve decided to forgive you and also tell you that I’m sorry as well. I love you, now please come to bed.
Sansa
Jon hugged Ghost then and chuckled. “I don’t know what you said but good job boy.”
Ghost nuzzled him and barked happily at him before holding his head up proudly and tilting it slightly at him.
“Yeah, yeah, I know, I know. I’ll take you to the dog cafe tomorrow. I owe you a life debt apparently.”