Through all the desperation, all the yearning to wake up and find that he was in Renly Baratheon's arms and not holding a pillow against him, through all the anguish he experienced upon realizing that the dreams were only there when he closed his eyes, Loras' hands were more steady than they should have been. It was possible that he simply knew what he wanted, and even though he ached to be part of Renly's memories, he found that anything that was given to him was enough for now.
Fingers curled carelessly into the hair at the back of Renly's neck, the deep, abiding need that accompanied the action not to be missed. He could only look at Renly in open, rapt awe, wholly loving him despite Renly not knowing they were on the same planet five minutes ago. He didn't answer. How could he? How could he tell Renly that he was literally the man of his dreams? It sounded stupid even without him saying it.
When he gave in and kissed Renly, it was with a familiarity that only came with having kissed someone a hundred times before and each time was like the first. It came with a forbidden undertone, a desperation and hurt that had only been there for them. He'd wait for as long as he needed to for Renly.