Loras may not have screamed, but he'd bit back the cries under the spray of the shower. Even on a gentle setting, the water felt like needles against his bruised skin. He wanted his dream back. He wanted Renly to be there, pissing him off by teasing him about his bruises. He wanted Renly to fuck him. He wanted his sword. He wanted his flowers.
More tears were pushed back. It was just a dream, and his reality was here, with a girl downstairs with the man who was currently his closest friend. Nothing needed sewing up, thank the Gods. He was cleaned up, swollen and bruised in places, but at least the stench of the place was off of him. He went downstairs with another warm, wet cloth and a clean towel.
When he got to the living room, he only saw Obi and assumed Kitty had either found the extra bedroom or had gone home. "Obi," he said as he moved to the sofa. If Obi was asleep, he'd leave the man alone.