Renly's hand tingled where Loras' fingertips had grazed his skin when he grabbed the flyer, and he was acutely aware of the fact that his neck and cheeks were flushed. In fact, he felt hyper-aware of every inch of his body now that the other man was near, from the ends of his hair down to his toes inside the checkered Vans slip-ons that he wore on his feet. His teeth tugged on his lower lip when Loras mentioned the stalking thing again.
"I know you aren't," he said softly, looking up at the other through lowered lashes. He drank in the sight of Loras' lithe muscles tensing up along the length of his body, at the angle of his arm that led to his hip - all while doing what was undoubtedly a poor impression of not admiring a man who was essentially a stranger. Renly was still used to trying to hide his attraction to other men, and in this case it seemed all the more important.
"And I don't think you're crazy. I know I said... I didn't mean..." he trailed off when the cigarette burnt down to the filter and threatened to burn his fingers, stubbing it out on the ground. He was at a loss for words, because how was he supposed to apologize for questioning the sanity of someone who could still very well be nuts, even if Renly would have bet anything that that wasn't the case?
His ears pricked up when he heard Loras mention his dreams. Robert had said something about that, hadn't he? When Renly had driven to his brother's house after the restaurant incident, shaken and confused, he was sure that Robert had mentioned people who were having strange dreams. Dreams that were also memories.