One pivot brought Loras' back against Renly's car. The knight he'd squired to, the man he'd first kissed, the man who'd been his first and only everything in some other life, somewhere in a distant world. Loras would do anything for him, and he was currently nearly putty in Renly's movements.
"Why?" Loras tried to snap, but most of the conviction was out of his voice. He ran his tongue between his own lips, thinking he might die if Renly didn't kiss him right then. He had the urge to press his hands to Renly's chest and shove him away and leave him alone in the parking lot, just like he'd done earlier in the week.
"What would you have me say?" he asked, blue eyes searching Renly's proud, beautiful features. "Do you really want to know that I dream about you and that you..." love me "...you're a knight and I'm your squire?" His voice was trembling, more from frustration and hurt than anything else. There was still no recognition in Renly's eyes. It was the coldest Loras had ever felt.