The hidden Beauty of a Sapphire

Hi! First of all, I'm glad for everyone who cares to read some of my dilettante writing attempts and I'm actually german, so sorry for mistakes, just for warning!

I haven't written oneshots before, but after reading the books again and seeing some scenes from season 8 it really was an inner desire of mine to write a happy ending for these two...(You may recognize some lines from the series though)
So...I hope you enjoy this little try and if you'd let me know your thoughts in the comments, that would be very much appreciated!

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"Brienne? Brienne are you still awake?"
Jaime Lannister stood in front of her chamber door, nervous and unsure - emotions that were very unfamiliar to him if he was honest. He knew that he had been wrong like he had been so many times in his life, but it did never cause him to experience this kind of guilt he felt when his behaviour hurt Brienne.
Brienne of Tarth. The only person who could still see something else in him than the Kingslayer, or at least he hoped so.
He couldn't stand it to have disappointed her, so he had to put things right, even though he wasn't exactly sure how to do so. He couldn't just do what Tyrion had suggested. He hated to admit it to himself, but he wasn't brave enough for that. Yes, it sounded ridiculous, even in his head - Jaime Lannister, greatest swordfighter of all before he lost his hand, victorious in countless battles, was too afraid to say three simple words. That was also what he had told his brother, but Tyrion had always had a talent for words and persuasion.

"Well, well, brother," Tyrion had said while approaching him, "I couldn't fail to see your little... conversation with this big red-haired Wildling. I don't hope that you have problems with our new friends from beyond the wall? I admit, they may be a bit rough-"

"I can assure you, I'm completely impartial when it comes to Wildlings in general, thank you, Tyrion", Jaime answered shortly, not very interested in a conversation about the merits of Tormund Giantsbane.

"And what of Lady Brienne? Impartial about her, too?", Tyrion said, unable to suppress a little grin at his brother's expression.

"That's...complicated", Jaime responded evasively, just as little willing to talk about her as about her admirer.

"No, it's not. People make things complicated", Tyrion detected.

Jaime thought it best to play dumb to avoid this conversation. "Well, I am a person, so..."

"Come on Jaime, you may not be as smart as me, but you must know that I'm aware of your feelings for her, knowing you as well as I do. And you have hopefully admitted to yourself that you love her, too", Tyrion told him impatiently.

He sighed, seeing no other possibility than to give in, now that his little brother had been this direct. "I have for quite some time, I suppose", he admitted therefore truthfully.
"I mean, the relationship was very...irritating at first, but then it became different, caring...and finally transformed into...- I can't even tell when or why, but..." He trailed off.

"Does she love you?" A simple question with a simple answer.

"I don't think so."

"Perhaps she just needs a push into the right direction?", Tyrion suggested.

"No, that's not-...I mean, why should she? What do I have to offer?", he asked without expecting any helpful answer.

"Well, let's see", Tyrion said excessively slowly, obviously pretending as if he had to think about that. "You're still reasonably handsome. You may also have at least some wit, albeit it might be little. You can be a fine knight, sometimes, if you want to. You're only somewhat broken by your relationship with our sister..." He paused, apparently thinking.
"You know what? Never mind. You're a complete mess. You shouldn't tell her", he finished with his typical humour, but Jaime didn't think it was funny.