Jaime couldn't recall when he had last seen his father happy. He had seen fleeting moments of it when his mother was still alive, if only because Tywin Lannister had rarely been around in his own home. Now those fleeting moments felt like figments of his imagination.
"I would have called it 'Tywin'," he said, the name tumbling clumsily out of his mouth. He wasn't used to addressing his father by his first name only.
"But I knew Tytos better. And granddad had known happiness all his life."