05x02, 'The House of Black and White'

Jorah is drunk.

These days it's his natural state. The little coin he has is given over to lusty tavern owners who are more than willing to accommodate him.

It doesn't help, but it's the only thing he can think to do. Drink and drink and hope that he blacks out enough to forget, even for a short while.

He never does. Daenerys' face follows him wherever he goes, a mask of ice in contrast with the fire she spat at him.

He is unmoored. His purpose, reborn in the same flames as her dragons, dwindles.

And not only that…

He loves her. He can't deny it. He will never be able to deny it.

But before all that he had seen her as a friend. Even after he always had done.

The only friend he's had for a very long time.

And now it's all gone. Ashes, like Khal Drogo's pyre.

The nights spent together beneath the stars, laughing at inconsequential things, watching the Dothraki dance around their campfires, Daenerys leaning close in her eagerness to learn about her homeland, the easiness between them, the affection not born of lust but of a mutual respect and liking of each other.

Now he is alone. And he's never felt that loss so keenly as he moves from city to city, a solitary figure amongst the crowds of men, women, and children who all have their own places in society…and places with each other.