"The brotherly advice..." Robert laughed as he pictured the horror on their parents' faces if they knew Renly was here with him, seeking advice - or maybe just a bit of comfort. He would give both willingly, seeing how Renly was one of the few people Robert actually cared about and wanted to see happy and safe.
"Happy to be of service," he added once the laughing subsided, then, softer, "I'm glad you're here. And that you didn't come just to throw hot coffee in my face or break my nose."
The wayward Baratheon had stayed away from the crowd he used to spend time with to avoid temptation, but also because those people were unbearable unless he was completely wasted. And the point of this exercise was to break all the bad habits, wasn't it? At the same time, being sober meant facing the self-doubt and mild paranoia that came with this profession. And then there was the small but not unimportant fact that Robert didn't handle having only himself for company all too well.
That's what drove him into the arms of alcohol, chemicals and reasonable priced love in the first place.
"Means I get to scrape the rust off my brotherly skills." There was a half-grin on his face that faltered when something else Renly said pushed itself to the surface. She'd called his brother 'Lord'?
"You know," Robert began, hesitatingly, "people have been strange dreams lately. About themselves but also about others and sometimes they don't even know each other." Perhaps the mysterious stalker girl was one of those.