Aemond’s heart stopped for a second as you opened the doors to your apartment. Cheeks and nose red from crying, skin wet from falling tears, eyes bloodshot, swollen and blurry. He never saw you in such a state. When you were over visiting Helaena, you were always happy and smiling.

What the f_ck happened?

He was thinking to himself as you passed you in the doors. Twenty two missed calls — that’s what Helaena told him. She was out of the country doing some weird stuff about entomology — whatever he thought. It was not his biggest concern.

You followed him into your kitchen in silence. Like a kicked puppy. He’ll tease you about it later. Or not — depends on how bad situation is.

Aemond please go check on her

Helaena told him over phone. You knew each other for more than ten years and you were missing her calls? Not going to happen.

He made you tea. Brat had a nerve to ignore your request for a simple black one. Instead he put a cup of herbal one on your table. Chamomile and lemon balm. To soothe your nerves. Bastard knew what he was doing.

“Talk to me.” He said kneeling in front of you, as you sat on the chair looking almost like a scolded child if not for the fact you were crying your eyes out hour ago.

God he thanked for emotional intelligence instead of being able to stomach tequila shots like Aegon could

He sighed as you refused to meet his gaze and took the cup from the table, bringing it to your lips

“Come on luv” he said — a stupid nickname he used to tease you as you were over at theirs. “Just a sip.”

His heart calmed down as you drank from the cup. He had a stoic expression - a mix of seriousness and kindness. Good. He thought. At least we’re getting somewhere.

“One more” he said watching you drunk obediently. “And one more.” You shot him a glare this time at which he raised an eyebrow — but there wasn’t a jab in it, his hand not moving away. “For me?”