Bottomless, indeterminable pain racked him. The only small mercy granted to Loras was that Renly hadn't run. He wouldn't, though, would he? Renly was never like that, but Loras didn't know, he couldn't for certain.
The deep set anger that he always used in place of hurt rose to the surface, as if sensing there was a job to do. "How do I know," he very nearly hissed, keeping his voice low. If he didn't, he feared that he would shout and draw attention to them. Ignoring all the food Renly had been on the verge of putting into his body, Loras abruptly tugged at Renly's sleeve.
"Come on," he said, urgent. Not here. He couldn't here.