Loras' hands, strong and certain, framed the sides of Renly's face. Tears still burned, hot and persistent at his own eyes. He didn't dare let them fall and he grimaced to push them back again, then canted his head to the side, the tip of his nose brushing against Renly's warm cheek.
"Oh, but I do," he murmured, the words bouncing off Renly's full mouth, a mouth that seemed designed specifically to fit perfectly around certain parts of Loras' body. "And I will," he promised. "I will..." he kissed Renly again, this time less demanding, this time intimately with the same longing from before. Even if Renly never remembered him, he couldn't continue only having Renly in his dreams, not being able to touch him like this and feel the heat of his breath and hear the sound of his gentle, noble voice.
He couldn't stand it. He couldn't bear not to have Renly love him. Renly was his sun.