He was nearly taken aback by Jon's acceptance. Why, had he been standing instead of kneeling he might've been blown over easily as a goose feather caught up in a sudden gust of wind. It was lover's strong grip that kept Robb upright. Silent reassurance that he'd always be the one steering the ship true north and not the other way round. Robb might always be the captain but Jon was dutiful reader of map, compass, the moon and stars; diligently keeping them from running aground. How grand, then - how very, very perfect and serendipitous - that one had found the other. This, he supposed, was what it meant to be a part of something so much bigger than any single human being could ever manage on their own. Why every soul was created to seek out its equal. Why it was infinitely better to be a duet, working toward the same goal instead of forever alone and lonely.
"You sure?" he wanted to ask. Effectively poking at a hornet's nest only just gone quiet but a minute before. "Are you quite certain and not just going along because we're both tired of fighting about it?"
But he knew better because sometimes it was more prudent to just keep your bloody cakehole shut and enjoy the moment. Enjoy the silence and a hard-won victory for both he and Jon.
We'll be so much better together after this weekend, love, Robb fervently vowed like a sinner promised entry into heaven, and all it would take is a thousand-mile walk to the Holy Land. He could do this. They could do this. They could do this and emerge from the other side wiser, more mature, and vastly improved men.
So when it came time to part foreheads and untangle hearts and minds and fingertips, a softly spoken, "Come to bed?" seemed exactly the right thing to say.
Still early, but laying curly heads to pillow didn't necessarily mean they'd be going to sleep anytime soon. Oh no, not for a few hours yet, guaranteed. Robb desired many things of Jon and their relationship, without question, but for now…
For now he was quite content with the thought of leading his better half - My shining star; my everything. - into the bedroom for a night of slow, thorough lovemaking. The kind Jon so craved for a gentle reconnect.
The kind he was finding to be more and more to his liking.