Renly couldn't help himself: he laughed at that, despite himself, despite everything about the situation that made laughter seem like something foreign and uninvited. It was a sheepish laugh, bringing a flush of embarrassed colour to his face. The other man was right, of course.
"You got me," he admitted. "This looks pretty bad, I know."
He took a breath, gazing down at his hands for a long moment. What could he say? What logical reason could he present for having driven here on a whim, to seek out the man who had consumed his thoughts all week? He slipped a hand into his back pocket, where he'd placed the paper after taking it off his dashboard, and unfolded it so that he could flash the front in Loras' direction.
"I found this on my car today. That's how I knew I would find you here."