Every kiss, every touch was taken with revered sighs, but Loras' eyes didn't dare fall shut. His throat was tight and his eyes burned, his fingers finding the soft curls of Renly's hair. How selfish to think this was all about him when it was about Renly. He knew it when he looked into Renly's eyes, that he needed to let go. But how could he when he saw the same thing happen almost every night? The only thing that made it stop was being here, with Renly. "Let me stay," he said, less steady than he'd wanted to.