"Yeah," he grinned now, encouraged by the sweet music of laughter spilling past Loras' lips. He reached up and gently ran his fingertips over the back of the man's hand, taking a sharp inhalation of breath through his teeth when he felt short, blunt nails against his chest. Sweetness, sharpness, lightness - all of these things, filling his head with a fog.
"I thought that long hair made me look too 'pretty'," he admitted, sheepish once more. In truth it had been more than that: he had thought that he was too easy to spot as a queer with long hair, and during an emotional panic he'd had it chopped off. Renly supposed that a head doctor might read a whole lot more into that decision than he cared to, but he stuck to the basics. "I - I guess I wanted a fresh start. On my own terms. Does that... does that make any sense?" He knew he was babbling about nonsense, but with Loras' hands and mouth and breath upon him, anything else was proving too difficult for the time being.