Since Robert was so intent on treating him like a kid, Renly could only oblige him, sticking his tongue out at the older man.
"Chocolate milk with a crazy straw," he said with a smirk, following Robert into the living room and settling himself down onto a massive leather couch that felt like it might swallow him up if he wasn't careful. "Really though, water's fine."
He was parched. His throat had dried up somewhere out on the highway when his head was still reeling from a stranger's machinations in a dark, deserted parking lot. His lips still felt like they'd be burned by the heat of a kiss, and his throat begged for a cold drink. His nerves were bundled tight under his skin, tense and taught. He felt twitchy. Unsure.
Renly took a deep breath. It wouldn't exactly do to scare away his brother with his weirdness after they'd finally come back into each others' lives at last. He busied himself with setting the food containers on the table in front of him, arranging them carefully and placing a couple of pairs of disposable wooden chopsticks out for Robert and himself.