Cliche was often good, no matter how others felt about it. Loras felt his breath catch as Renly spoke and felt a heaviness in his chest when he brought their foreheads together. He closed his eyes and ran his tongue between his lips. Renly had said before, perhaps dozens of times, whether they were in the throes of passion or randomly when they were having dinner; but it had never sounded so sweet as it did just then. "And I you, Renly Baratheon." He said Renly's name as if it somehow reaffirmed who it was he loved and who it was that stood before him.