Vibes.

Sure, let's go with that. Very dangerous vibes that have Jaime feeling the almost alien pull of attraction towards a man he ought to want nothing to do with. Especially in that regard. And yet—

He has felt it. Is feeling it. Cannot ignore it, whatever this is. It's amplified now that they're pressed together, far more potent than it had been when they were taking shelter in that sorry excuse for a cave. Not just the attraction but the urge to say 'fuck it all' and give up on everything to start anew and do things for himself for a change.

They called him selfish, but that was far from the truth. He was selfless to a fault, always giving and doing for others, whether it be the innocents of King's Landing or his overly ambitious family. He can't even remember the last time he did anything for himself was.

Jaime sucks in a sharp breath, curling his stumped arm as best he can around the edge of Daemon's right thigh in a bid to keep himself from sliding around as Caraxes shows off his aerial acrobatic skills.