When Obi-Wan got that far away look, he couldn't possibly know how beautiful he was. Not the sort of beautiful that made Loras weak in the knees, but the sort that belonged in art. Loras popped the last orange wedge into his mouth and lowered his gaze to the cherry wood table and the green cloth place mat.
"Same as usual," he answered. He'd been a knight, that was all Obi-Wan needed to know. "It's just strange the wake up. It feels like..." I don't belong here. No, that was stupid. Of course he belonged here. "I don't know what it feels like, it just feels strange." He looked up. "We should change your bandages."