Renly was quiet for a long time as he speared a couple more dumplings and swished them around in the little cup of hot sauce, as if it was an art. A stalker. Me? He thought back to the parking lot at the side of restaurant, when he had felt the warmth of a man's hand against his chest and the cool bricks on his back where he'd let himself be pinned. He could picture the curve of the man's cheek in the palm of his hand, and the deep blue shine of his eyes through lowered lashes. It was all so visceral, so fucking real, that he almost lost his breath all over again.
Something about his brother's theory held a strange mixture of believability and... something else. Something that burned at the back of Renly's throat, acrid and sour. Something like disappointment. Could that be so? Did that make him insane? He knew that Robert was probably right, but that knowledge stung.
"You're probably right. I guess you'd know about stalkers, huh?" He tried to smile and managed something wan and pathetic, a shadow of his usual lopsided grin. "No, I definitely hadn't seen her around before. I would have... remembered that. She wouldn't exactly blend into the background. Do you think she could have found out somehow, about our family? About Mum and Dad's money?" He asked almost wistfully, feeling his mouth twist into something that resembled a grimace.