Day 27 of 29. Eddard.
When news of the accident first broke, the media descended upon his estate like a swarm of locusts, driving out of London for miles and miles in droves until they were practically setting up a camping site on his front lawn waiting for a statement.
And though the young heir had cooped himself up in his family home, the cameramen and reporters were persistent. They didn't have enough respect for him to give him the space and time he needed - and had it been anyone else, he or she might have gotten law enforcement involved or pressed charges for trespassing. But the journalists continued on without impunity and it wasn't until someone smashed a timeless stained glass window to try and break in that Bobby decided to step in and chase them away like swatting hungry flies off a rotting carapace.
He slipped into the fortress unannounced and sat down next to his heartbroken friend. There was really nothing he could say to comfort someone who's just lost nearly all his family. A young man so uncomfortable with titles and his legacy - and yet always willingly submitting himself to the whims of traditions and formalities. In Ned it was far more apparent that their childhood memories had more Heidegger and Elizabethan trousers than sandcastles and crayons.
Eventually he starts talking, and Bobby listens. And while Ned puts on a brave face, ventures out the front door and says something to all the wankers shoving cameras and microphones into his face, Bobby packs Ned's bags. And Bobby also buys the plane ticket to America. And Bobby finally drives him to the airport.
He wanted to say thank you, but Bobby pulls him in for a hug, wishes him all the best, and drives away.