[ Tim lets himself be handled, not that he could put up much of a fight if he wanted to right now, but he doesn't mind, and that's the important thing. He sits with Aemond, shoulder to shoulder, and winces with the chuckle that trickles out of him. Because of course he would find this very page first. ]
Yeah, it is.
And no shoes on the bed, I know you weren't raised in a barn.
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Yeah, it is.
And no shoes on the bed, I know you weren't raised in a barn.