An inordinate amount of hurt went with that simple act of Renly's hand. The detachment in it was disheartening and Loras found himself wrenching from Renly's grasp so as not to give Renly even the satisfaction of removing it on his own.
The weight of it laid heavy on him and he glared daggers into the eyes of the man he loved. He knew it was Renly. He looked different, but Loras would know him anywhere. He almost spat a Fuck you at him, but some people - some people didn't have dreams yet, did they? And Renly was throwing him a bone. Loras took it and turned toward the side door of the restaurant. He held the door open for Renly and stepped out into the night air. He could breathe, another small mercy.