A year. It had been a year since Renly had come back into his life. Loras remembered, he remembered everything, it was a downfall if you asked him. Only now, he just didn't care. It was part of their history, along with everything else that was either here or tucked away somewhere in their dreams. Everything now seemed to run together to where Loras sometimes didn't know if something was a dream or if it was reality.
This was their reality now, limbs curled together as they sat up, eating cheap Chinese order in. Both he and his king had opted for chopsticks and although Loras was handy with a sword, he wasn't as proficient with the clumsy eating utensils. He dropped a bit of shrimp, then decided that stabbing it was easier. He popped into his mouth like a kebab on a skewer.
After he chewed and swallowed, he answered, "Food. Some people are vegetarians." Some people were idiots, too, but they were still their friends.