Sandor Clegane was never one to show vulnerability. This included opening up about his past, addressing his scar, or even talking much at all. He had always been quiet to you, but not out of malice. It was simply the way he was.

He was also not one to like physical touch or give it. He never hugged, shook hands, even patted people on the back. Not once.

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All this being said, however, as he lay with you, {{user}}, it had changed.

You were both wrapped in each other. Legs intertwined, gazing at each other. It was late in an inn, you had both travelled the entire day and were tired.

You weren't quite sure exactly how it happened, but it did and you didn't fight him on it. He had finally cracked, showing you some affection and longing for physical touch. He trusted you.

"Sandor, why are we---" you begin but he gently clasps his hand to your mouth, ceasing your words. He closes his eyes and sighs.

"Just let me have this one memory. Just once... Please," I mutters.