Jon ran into Sansa's chambers out of breath, "The Night King he has a dragon, you have to warn everyone." Hearing this Arya ran outside.
Sansa shifted in her place. "I have worn everyone? You're Lord of the North, or why don't you have your Queen do it?" she said bitterly.
Jon was taken aback by her reaction, "Dany isn't the enemy Sansa."
Her back was toward him now, "You know I thought you were dead." she looked down her heart was racing and she could feel the tears welling in her eyes, just saying the words out loud. Jon touched her shoulder and she spun around and buried her face in his chest. "I told you not to be stupid like father, not to be stupid like Robb and what did you do?" she broke away from him and wiped her tears from her eyes while trying to compose herself, "You brought her back, tell me what do you think Father would say if he knew you had the man responsible for his father and brother - our Grandfather and Uncle Brandon's deaths for defending our Aunt Lyanna's kidnapping by his son - her brother. Tell me what would Father say if he knew you had his daughter here in Winterfell?"
Jon stood there trying to find the words, any words to calm her. Finally, he said "I'm all right, I'm alive because she saved us. I have seen the way you look at her, you looked at her just like your mother used to look at me. Our father's bastard, she hated me..." he walked up closer to her, "I understand where you're coming from Sansa I do. And I -"
"You don't..." she interrupted while staring into the fireplace. "You have no idea what I was thinking. While you left for the North of the Wall, all the nights you were gone I had no idea if -" she stopped herself, now realizing what exactly she was saying.
Jon had taken off his cloak and over clothes while she was staring into the fire. "Look at me," he said quietly.
She half turned not wanting to look at him directly but he approached her and grabbed her hand placing it on his chest, on his scars she looked up at him into his eyes. "I died once already I don't plan on doing it again."
By now her fingers had traced over the one over his heart, "I won't be like Robb or like Father." he said quietly placing his hand over hers.
"I just don't know what I would do," she said her voice still sounding as if it were going to break. "I just wanted you home, I wanted you here..." she continued now looking him in the eyes. "I wanted you here with me."
Jon took his other hand and wiped a tear off of her cheek, "I'm here now." and kissed her on the forehead. Then she tilted her head up and her lips were inches away from his.
"Don't go..." as the words left her lips they grazed Jon's lips and he felt his own breath becoming heavier.