farfromthesea

"I'm not," Theon says, trying very hard not to dissolve into laughter, "We had to pry the arms off of this little shithead's arms, it's a long story." He ends up laughing anyway, at least until Daryl finds that knotted muscle, and then he lets out a sound of pleased relief, almost a moan, that eats up the silence and leaves him blushing just a little.