Though it only took a second for Loras to turn, it felt like forever. He knew the voice, he'd know it anywhere, so smooth silk would be jealous. Lazy curls shifted over his shoulders and settled a split second after he stopped turning around.
A lump formed in his throat and he thought that he might choke on nothing. The laughter ceased in an instant. Loras' eyes darted around until he finally saw Renly standing near him, rubbing the back of his neck in that endearing way he did when he felt vulnerable. Loras had a sudden, overwhelming urge to smile at the action, but he couldn't bring himself to be happy about this encounter. Not after everything that happened since the start of the week.
Blue eyes narrowed, and he plucked the carnation from behind his ear. "And you call me the stalker," he said sharply.