"Good," Loras said, breathing slow in hopes that Obi-Wan would breathe with him. In some other universe, he thought Obi would be the warrior he was meant to be. He slapped Obi on the cheek, but not hard, then left for his own fight against ugly ole Jersey.
It took longer than the first. Underground fighters had no rules, they fought dirty. Loras had to really fight the guy, and by the time it was over, he had a busted brow and a cracked lip. He was sure his fight with Obi would be worse, and for the time being, he stayed away from the man and just watched his fight with the Celt. He stayed away, letting himself hate Obi for not giving him strength when he was the one who'd need it.
Later, he'd love Obi again, but for now, he had to hate him.