As Loras took his hand, Renly laced their fingers together then began leading the Knight towards the stairs and back up to his bedroom. As far as Renly was concerned, Loras hadn't put a damper on anythng. He wasn't upset with him for his reaction, but merely wanted to make sure he would be alright. It hadn't occurred to Renly that certain items, such as his crown, would have a negative impact on Loras, because of the connotations they held. Once the shock and emotions of the crown showing up faded, Renly was sure Loras' reaction to it would be different.
So, for now, he led Loras back up to the bedroom and sat down on his side of the bed before giving a gentle tug on Loras' hand, not wanting to bodily pull him down onto the bed. Not this time at least. This wasn't something that shagging would fix; no, Renly thought that what Loras needed was to just be close to him and know that he wasn't going anywhere. Neither of them were. As he gazed up at the younger man, waiting for him to comply, he couldn't help but wonder if Loras had thought of seeing someone professionally to help him deal with the aftermath of his dreams.