When Loras turned towards him, Renly was surprised to see the tears in his eyes and his chest ached at the sight. He hated when Loras was upset; especially when it was because of the dreams, because there was only so much he could do in those situations. "Loras..." The name came out softly, a crease appearing along his forehead before he leaned in to kiss the Knight of Flowers, "My death was not your fault," He said the words just before their lips met, the hand on Loras' shoulder coming up to cup his jawline. It didn't take a genius to see that Loras blamed himself. Of course Renly still didn't know the exact events that led to his death in the dreams, but he knew Loras would never hurt him, so there was no doubt in his mind that it had been someone else's hand that had murdered him.