Loras chose to keep his more immediate thoughts to himself, opting instead to prepare for the car ride through busy downtown streets and eventual gated community entrance to his and Renly's posh home. Designer purse and all the usual sundries accounted for, Loras held aloft a graceful hand for Renly to take. Familiar, instinctive movements by now, Renly's role as benefactor and Lord Protector meant Loras never had to worry, never had to sweat the insignificant bumps and bruises life generally tossed in mere mortals' paths. A lifestyle he'd become accustomed to very quickly; and all it took was obedience to keep lover's interested piqued.
That and a few choice bedroom feats, of course. A man such as his couldn't live on boring vanilla sex alone.
He did pass a glance in the other couple's direction, wondering what they might do if the day ever came when Jon wasn't able to put one foot in front of the other (which he very much could tonight) how on earth they would ever get him out the door and into awaiting Cadillac. Jon was just... Too big. Pure dead weight when blackout drunk, Loras quickly deduced, calculating mass turned to pachyderm proportions and so glad - so very glad - that Queens, while often prone to tripsy-tipsy, more times than not were slight, slender things. Nothing but makeup and wigs weighing them down and thus keeping bright birds from taking flight on the first gale that blew.
Daddy would handle it. he smiled ruefully once he was safely tucked at Renly's elbow. Daddy always took care of things. It was when you fell out of his good graces that life became an unforgiving, dismal place.
"Don't worry little doves," Loras assured, his blue eyes alight with whimsy as he chucked whiskered chins; first tawny, then brown. "We won't let you fall."