If there was any doubt left that this was the man that he dreamed about on nights he was lucky enough to dream, it fizzled the moment Renly laughed. It was such a distinctly Renly thing to do, and one of the things that Loras loved about him. When there was dire seriousness, Renly found the humour, even when Loras wanted badly to be angry.
He snatched the flyer from Renly's hand. It was one of the cheap advertisements that were placed on cars and store front windows, photocopied on yellow paper. Loras didn't need to see it to know what happened: Renly had seen the calendar picture, saw his name there, and then saw his name on the flyer.
"I'm not a stalker," he said, not for the first time. "And I'm not crazy, just in case you were wondering about that, too." An exasperated pause. Loras pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment, his other hand on his hip. "I have these dreams..." he shook his head, that did sound crazy.