Loras had never even thought it. His hand slid down from Obi's chest and pushed wearily through his own hair. "Get some sleep," he said. "You'll feel better in the morning." Being around Obi was dragging him down. He brushed past the man's shoulder and made his way upstairs to his room where he lie on his back with a knee up and shoved a desperate hand down the front of his pajama pants in the dark.