[ Jon’s tone is so quick to change, Eddie can tell that he’s touched upon something. Not a nerve or annoyance, but a hint of grief, perhaps. He doesn’t pry further. He can’t pretend he knows enough about Jon to bother, and fathers are a complicated subject, to say the least.

Instead, he lets Jon continue, hangs on his every word, completely wonderstruck by mentions of kings and Winterfell. He isn’t naive to the fact that these types of places have their problems too, but that never stopped him from fascination before. ]

Alright, so—hypothetically, of course, because I’m never gonna be a lord. Hypothetically—keep them from killing one another? Absolutely. Pretend to get along with a foolish king? Sure. Keep them from killing me? Probably not.

[ He smiles, though, like it’s not a big deal. ]

My popularity among the masses back home? Kind of debatable.