I’m thrown back to the first and only time Lan ever begged as he held me close while I cried in his chest. “Please, Bran, please! Tell me what’s fucking wrong.” Though that happened during the darkest time in my life, his words and his hug are my favorite memories. That was almost eight years ago, and no matter how we change, whenever I look at Lan, I see his face from when we were fifteen as he kept me together.
