[Jon goes stiff at the words, but his eyes search the other's face as soon as it becomes more focused than it had been before, trying to pick out a motive for the question and finding something more there instead.
There's a sudden punch of understanding in his gut, for how men that he's never laid eyes on before can look on him and utter that one sentence: You must be Ned Stark's bastard. There's so much of Renly in Gendry's face, though he recalls the (dead) man slipping easily into a seat at the feast table, all kindly words and smiles, and speaking of his bastard nephew. He only hadn't put it together until now.] --Aye, I am. [His lips thin for a moment. It's no wonder Sansa hadn't given him a family name in her introduction.] And you're King Robert's.
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There's a sudden punch of understanding in his gut, for how men that he's never laid eyes on before can look on him and utter that one sentence: You must be Ned Stark's bastard. There's so much of Renly in Gendry's face, though he recalls the (dead) man slipping easily into a seat at the feast table, all kindly words and smiles, and speaking of his bastard nephew. He only hadn't put it together until now.] --Aye, I am. [His lips thin for a moment. It's no wonder Sansa hadn't given him a family name in her introduction.] And you're King Robert's.