Women were ever the more nurturing gender, but Loras was not a man who was above providing comfort. If it could be provided, that was. The turmoil and duality in Obi-Wan's pained eyes was not lost on Loras. This was a man he considered to be at least a tentative friend, if not a beautiful disaster.
Confident steps took him to Obi-Wan against his better judgment. This, Obi couldn't fake. He kicked the bo staff away. It slid to a halt near Loras' bo, and Loras clamped a hand behind Obi's damp neck. He squeezed, but not enough to hurt. He needed Obi to look at him.
"Next time, you can see if you can bust my nose," he promised. "Let's go get some ice on that for now. Okay?"