Theodore had headed for the hotel as soon as Robb showed up on the journals. There was still so much to catch up on and more of Ned's children to find. There were three now, though, and Ned was eager to at least speak with them himself. Given that it was past midnight, Theodore indulged and by the time he walked through the door to Winterfell, both men were at peace with each other. Ezra had walked through the door, as much as they'd both thought he wouldn't.
Of course, that was eclipsed by the arrival of Bran. The boy seemed to be upstairs and Ned was already moving as he yelled for his second youngest. He yelled back and Ned ran for the stairs, taking them two at a time to get up to Bran's room. He stopped just short of the door, pausing for just a moment. He'd left each of his children in favor of The Seven Kingdoms. He would never choose something over family again. Ned swore that to himself before stepping into Bran's room.
His gaze landed on his son but, at first, all he could see was Kit. They looked similar in a way that shouldn't have been possible. "Bran?" he questioned, though his voice was barely a whisper. Ned crossed over to him in three long strides and knelt before him. His hands went to Bran's face, cupping his cheeks as he searched the boy's eyes for his son's. The look was unmistakeable. "Bran. I - I am so very sorry," he apologized, pulling him into a hug.