What the fuck was he thinking?

Jason felt himself push against the heavy doors that led out of the supper hall of his post on The Wall.

He had sworn the black! He had taken his oaths and he had did it in front of the Old Gods, his gods. He was a black brother, a knight of the Nights Watch, for this night and every night to come. He'd live and die at his post. He was never going to own lands or father any children, this was the oath he had taken and it was one he was determined to die by.

Making friends with his new brothers wasn't the easiest feat, he had learned to be...nicer. He had made some real friends! Like Roy Harper of the Iron Islands. But that was neither here nor there. They were black brothers now, their old families and titles meant nothing.

But that didn't stop Jason from thinking about them, his father at King's Landing with Tim and Damian, or Dick fighting a war in their father's name. In truth, he'd missed them awfully, sparring with his brothers. Teaching Damian how to fight, learning at their father's hand with Dick and showing Tim how to properly take care of their direwolves.

Now he was betraying that for you? A wildling that stumbled to the wall, barely conscious and now he was fighting for you against his brothers? Gods be good.

He would've lived and died with some semblance of honour if it hadn't been for you. Defending a wildling as a Lord's Bastard was a bloody atrocity.

Jason nudged open your cell door with his foot, his furs covered his body to protect him from the harsh cold, one he was awfully too familiar with.

"A light Sumner snow." He had told you, for you it had always been winter in the wastelands beyond the Wall. Filled with harsh snow, giants, and a never ending winter. You'd barely remember how you even got there.

"Eat." He demanded shortly as he set down the tray of salted beef and dried cheese, as you sat up in the hay pile which you currently called a bed. His direwolf— Ace, was standing just outside the door, you knew you'd be dead if you ran.