"Loras." Renly practically breathed the younger man's name as he gazed down at him, heart feeling as if it were being squeezed in a vice. It killed him to see Loras like this and what made it worse was that he wasn't entirely sure if he was referring to the dreams now or if he thought that Renly would make him leave. "You're not going anywhere, Loras." He kissed him again then stood up, reaching down for Loras' hand, "Come with me." The crown could wait until later; Renly doubted it would simply vanish. For now, all that mattered was the two of them.