It wasn't okay, was it? No matter what Obi-Wan said, Loras could tell it wasn't fine, it wasn't okay. He wanted to run, he wanted to take it back, he wanted to hide somewhere. Loras stared down at his own sneakers, unable to make eye contact with Obi. He was sure he'd never felt more small in his life. This was why, he remembered, this was why he couldn't tell anyone. They'd look at him too differently, that one bit of information always at the back of their mind.
"Don't tell anyone," he finally said, closing his fists at his sides, then opening them again. "Not even Kitty." He raised his eyes to look at Obi, his gaze more steady than it should have been. He was only telling Obi-Wan because he was sure the man would find out anyway and he didn't want it to be when Obi came home one day and found Loras getting fucked in the ass on the sofa.