Well. It looked as though Loras wasn't actually going to be able to do any of that. He groaned, leaning forward against the countertop, his forearms bracing his forehead. He rocked back on one heel and stared down at the linoleum floor.
"What kind of a terrible thought?" he asked. He was sure he knew what kind, and he was sure he didn't want to hear it, but there he was, too high on Oxycodone to care.