Not a joke, Loras had just wanted something to do with his hands and mouth. When he was finished with it, he slid off the counter top and tossed the peel into the bin. His palm landed in the center of Obi's chest. He looked at the man under hooded, tired eyes, taking in the man's broken nose.
"You have to stop seeing yourself this way," he said intensely. "Kitty doesn't. I don't. You aren't a monster for having some thoughts. We all do it, Obi. It's normal. It's okay."