the pain got us falling apart (слэш)

“She-wolf finally snapped, eh?” Tormund asks, breaking the tense silence, and Arya’s brow arches. Jon shoots him a look. “What? I’ve been waiting to see which one would bite down first. The wolf – or the little cat.”
“Tormund,” Jon huffs, and the little lion sucks in his scarred cheek.
“It was lucky I thought the very same thing,” the little lion drawls. “I had heard a rumor that our little Lady Stark picked up some… unusual abilities on her travels far and wide, but to see it? Now that was a gift.”
“She tried to cut my throat,” the tall lion says dryly. “What poor creature she skinned to disguise herself I’ve no idea –“
“Jaime,” Brienne hisses, and the tall lion spreads his arms indignantly.
“What?”