She's wed to his brother, and he doesn't care, nor does she. They both should, and they both know how badly this could (will) end, but Susan smiles at him, holds out her hand, and Jon is lost. He'll fall to his knees and worship her in every way he can think of, and all he cares about is the sound of his name as she calls it out, the sweetest sound he's ever heard.

(remember that fic you wrote me? yeah, me too.)