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"That has got to be the WORST pickup line I have ever heard."
Jon cringes, and says, “Yeah - I guess it was pretty bad wasn’t it.”
A long, awkward silence follows, during which Sansa seriously considers walking out of this dumb party and heading home.
“Look,” Jon says, breaking the silence. He rubs awkwardly at the back of his neck, an adorable, embarrassed flush rising on his cheeks. “I really like you, ok? I’m just… a little drunk, right now. And a lot bad at flirting.”
In the end, she decides not to hold it against him