Loras snorted, but said nothing. Silently, he wondered if he'd ever killed anyone in this dream world that had suddenly come into his life and disrupted his sleep pattern. Every night, he fell asleep, waiting for another dream to come to him, wanting to see Renly Baratheon's beautiful smile again, wanting to feel his plush lips against his own.
Shifting, Loras leaned on his side, laying his head against the side of Obi's thigh. "Do you think you'll have another one?" he asked. "A dream I mean."