In (Slightly Less Than) All Honesty

'He hadn’t seen her in a year; not since she’d moved into the city to be with her boyfriend. He’d sort of imagined calling her about a million times. After all, they were the only two to have left Winterfell thus far, and wouldn’t it be nice for them to hang out sometimes? Then he’d imagine her saying no, or accusing him of asking her out and laughing about it. He wouldn’t call, and she didn’t call, and now it had been a year, and she was calling him at three in the morning.'