[He sucks in a deep breath. Shit, Ros--he hadn't even thought about her, when he'd snuck out with a bag of clothes and enough money to make it to New York. And honestly, he liked her, somewhat. Certainly she didn't deserve whatever Petyr had planned for her.
His hand clenches into a fist, and god, he wants to punch something. Preferably somebody's face.
But dammit, he needs to play this right.]
Whatever you've done to her, stop. Ros didn't do or know anything. I went by myself, and I'll come back by myself. [Deep breath, then he runs his hand through his hair before letting it out.] Just give me a week or two to finish up a few things here, then I'll come back to Vegas. I swear.
[And unlike most of the people he knows, he means it. "That Baelish kid's word is as good as gold," he's overheard someone say once, and that much about him, at least, is true: despite all the lies and masks, when Robb swears something, he means to keep it.]
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His hand clenches into a fist, and god, he wants to punch something. Preferably somebody's face.
But dammit, he needs to play this right.]
Whatever you've done to her, stop. Ros didn't do or know anything. I went by myself, and I'll come back by myself. [Deep breath, then he runs his hand through his hair before letting it out.] Just give me a week or two to finish up a few things here, then I'll come back to Vegas. I swear.
[And unlike most of the people he knows, he means it. "That Baelish kid's word is as good as gold," he's overheard someone say once, and that much about him, at least, is true: despite all the lies and masks, when Robb swears something, he means to keep it.]