Then Jaime went to one knee and kissed him quickly once on each cheek, his lips brushing against the puckered ribbon of scar tissue.”Thank you, Brother,” Tyrion said. “For my life.”
“Ser Jaime?…”I am grateful, but…you were well away. Why come back?”
A dozen quips came to mind, each crueler than the one before, but Jamie only shrugged. “I dreamed of you”, he said.
