"Mr. A is fine," Loras said with a wrinkle of his nose.
It smelled worse than someone's sweaty gym bags. Loras didn't touch any of the walls, they smelled pissed on, and when they walked toward the locker room, he knew he wouldn't be using any of the lockers. If his things were stolen, they were stolen, and he'd take a shower later at home.
He nodded at Obi-Wan. Under normal circumstances, he'd have to suppress a shiver, but at this point, he was just trying to keep his breakfast down. "Okay, Benny," he said, unzipping his hoodie as they got close to the locker room. A few burly men passed them and he groaned. "Do I have fight them?" he asked. They were big like the mountains on horseback. No problem, right?