Robb took a deep breath before lighting his cigarette.
He could've sworn his family was cursed, with yet another incredible winter they were facing.
He could hear Sansa talking their mother's ear off about one thing or another, Arya and Rickon running around the house, screaming and laughing, Bran yelling at them to be quiet so he could go back to talking on the phone with his boyfriend.
He turned to Jon, offering him the pack. His brother shook his head.
"How are you holding up?" Robb took a drag, welcoming the calming taste of mint. Theon used to joke that he smoke girly cigarettes. He doesn't joke much anymore.
"I don't really want to talk about it."
Robb nodded, the smoke living his lips with a sigh.
They watched as Ghost and Grey wind played in the snow, chasing each other around the driveway. They almost collided with a humongous snowman Bran and Jojen built only a day earlier. Robb watched as Jojen struggled to raise one of the balls off the ground with it slipping out of his hands time after time as Bran laughed at his boyfriend's misery. When he finally placed it in the right place, he wrapped his arms around Bran's middle and raised him, so that he could stick a carrot in the middle of the smallest globe and put a ridiculous hat on top. It seemed as if his brother weighted nothing in Jojen's arms when he turned and gave the boy a loving kiss.
Robb was glad Jon wasn't there to witness it. When he and Jeyne divorced he couldn't even stand to be in the same room as the two of them. It brought to much pain.
"I thought that after father's death I was alone" Jon ran his fingers through his hair. He wore it longer than ever before. "It was nothing compared to this."
Jon knew perfectly well Robb understood the pain perfectly.
"I was quite lucky. I wasn't really alone. I had Jeyne with me back then" He didn't dare say that that was what ripped them apart in the end. They experienced too much pain together, although none of them inflicted it. The worst was that he couldn't really blame anyone: not himself, not Jeyne, not even the doctors. "And that's why you have to talk about it, Jon, whether it be with me, Arya, a psychologist, or even my mother."
"I sincerely doubt that Catelyn wants to talk about my feelings all of a sudden."
"She may be bitter, but she's still human" Robb twirled the cigarette in his fingers. "And she lost our father. She knows what you're going through. Just, talk to someone, okay? We're all really worried."
Jon nodded, staring at the wedding ring he still wore on his finger.