Renly had pulled out the mostly-full pack from his jeans pocket and placed the stub inside, not wanting to litter - and not missing the irony that came with a refusal to pollute the environment even after he polluted his own body. Truth be told, he hated the habit and had been trying to quit for months. He always succumbed to the urge when he was nervous, and needed something to quiet the pounding of his heart and still the trembling of his limbs. He swapped out the pack of cigarettes for a pack of gum from his other pocket, popping a piece out of the blister pack and into his mouth.
Don't judge me, he wanted to say, feeling defensive. You don't even know me. But that wasn't true, was it? Not if Loras had been dreaming about him. Not if Renly was going to believe that such insanity was possible - and he was here, wasn't he? He had came, so there had to be a part of him that believed in something, however small it might be.
Renly nearly choked on his gum when he felt Loras' hand at his waist. There it was again, that presumptuous nature that both scared and excited him. He tensed up for a second when Loras stepped in close, but when he saw that look on the man's face he couldn't help himself. He leaned into the man's body, placing a cautious hand on that slender hip to steady himself and pulling him gently back until they were both leaning against Renly's car.
"I'll make you a deal," he said softly, gaze darting from Loras' eyes to his mouth. "Answer my questions, and I'll quit for good." He chose not to mention the pack of nicotine gum that was sitting in his glove compartment, that he was halfway there already. Anything to get some answers. Anything to keep him close.