The bar was warm, or it could just be the fact that I was sat next to one of the best looking men I have ever seen. I noticed the burn on his face, but chose not to say anything. It was none of my business after all. "They seem to be getting on alright," I pointed out to him, glancing at Clara and Gregor who had gotten cosy. Their seats were closer together, with Gregor's arm around the back of her chair, he was whispering in her ear, causing her to giggle, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "That's probably because they've both been drinking," Sandor told me, nodding towards the table which was now full of empty glasses, most of them were Gregor's and Clara's.

"That's probably true." I laughed, looking at him with a shy smile. He smirked at me before looking out of the bar's window, the sky was now dark and small flakes of snow were falling. "It's getting late," I said softly, looking towards Sandor who was watching me with an unreadable expression on his face. "I can walk you home if you like," he offered, causing me to smile gratefully at him. "Oh yes please, I hate walking in the snow." I told him, pushing myself to my feet, Sandor doing the same.

Gregor and Clara hadn't even noticed we had stood up, their gazes fixed on each other.

"Were heading off, you two coming?" Sandor asked, causing Gregor to finally drag his gaze away from Clara, he shook his head. "I'm gonna stay a bit later, what about you Clara?" He asked her, causing her to grin at him. "I could stay," she said softly, turning to me with a soft smile. "I'll see you in work tomorrow Sansa," she said softly, causing me to nod my head before heading to the bar with Sandor. The bartender had disappeared into the back, before returning with a coat hooked over his arm. "Here you are Sandor," he said politely, handing over the coat, so Sandor quickly chucked his coat on, zipping it up.

He headed towards the door, holding it open for me.

The wind was still cold, the snow was causing my cheeks to gain a rosy colour, causing me to pull my hat down further. "I hope the snow doesn't settle," I said softly, causing Sandor to smile towards me before nodding his head in agreement. "My burn is always more painful in the cold, the snow will just make it worse," he said softly, causing me to look towards him, that was the first time he spoke about his burn, since me and Clara had joined their table.

"How did you get it?" I suddenly asked, causing him to suddenly stop in his tracks, causing me to quickly look back towards him. I felt my stomach drop, I knew my curiosity would get the better of me. "I'm sorry, you don't have to tell me." I said softly when he started walking again, a blank look on his face, but his eyes were narrowed, as if he was thinking. "No, it's ok.., you just caught me of guard." He said softly, shooting me a small smile.

"I've had them since I was six," he said softly, pausing for a moment. "Gregor was eleven and my sister was fifteen." He turned towards me, a sad smile on his face. "My parents were arguing in their bedroom, which caused both me and Gregor to wake up, our father was threatening to leave and our mother wanted a divorce, they settled down the argument after around ten minutes, which caused me and Gregor to go back to sleep." He told me, pausing for another moment.

"We woke up again, it was probably around one in the morning, the fire alarms were going off and my sister was screaming. My mother was crying in the room next door and my father was shouting. He was telling them that if he couldn't have us, no one could." He stopped, taking a deep breath. "He started screaming, that we were all going to burn, that he would kill us all. That's when Gregor jumped down from his bunk bed and picked me up over his shoulder." He paused once again, "even for a eleven year old, Gregor was still big and I was terrified, I wouldn't move so he had no choice but to carry me." He turned to me.

"He was carrying me past my parent's room, the door was shut and we could hear my father inside, screaming at my mother. My sister had also stopped screaming, there were flames all over, the right side of the stair case was the only part not covered in flames, except for a narrow path leading to the front door." He inhaled a deep breath, "we were down around two steps before my parents door open, my father looked like a crazy man, his hair was sticking up at all ends, and he had a crazed look in his eyes. He ran for Gregor, and grabbed me by my hair. It caused Gregor to trip, falling down the stairs, he didn't let go though, so my hair basically ripped out and I fell with Gregor down the stairs." He paused once again, "I fell into the fire, my left side burned and my hair fell back, it only started growing a couple of years ago. I was screaming, the pain was bad, but the smell was worse. Gregor had fell into the fire on his back, he has a bad burn where his pajamas had burned onto his skin. He pulled me from the fire and raced outside."

Sandor looked towards me, a sad smile on his face. "He didn't stop running until we were in the park, he chucked us both in the pond." Sandor let a sigh escape his lips, "the police came but my house was basically burnt down and my father, sister and mother were all dead. We were forced to live with our grandfather, until we moved to , life is better in the city." He finished off, I felt my throat fill with disgust. How could someone do something so cruel? Especially to their own child.

"Sandor, I'm so sorry." I said softly, causing him to turn to me. He shrugged his shoulder, turning towards me. "It's alright, it happened 24 years ago. I'm over it." He told me, causing my eyes to widen. "You're 30?" I asked him shock, causing him to laugh. "Yeah, Gregor is 35," he told me, causing me to shake my head, a small smile on my face. "You can't be that old though, neither can Clara for that thought," he told me, causing me to grin at him. "Clara is 27, I'm 25" I told him, causing him to look at me in shock.

"You both look younger," he complimented me.

"You sweet talker."