farfromthesea

Theon lights up, with a rare open grin of delight. "Lucky for me, you're fucking great at everything, I suppose," he says, only half-joking, and sets himself down on the arm of the couch to wait. "Well, go on, get dressed," he adds, relaxed enough to pester Neil a little.

He glances down again at the paper in his hand, reading his name over and over.