In the real world, it didn't matter if someone was having strange dreams that were really memories, or if someone else had a dream they were going to die. All the real world cared about was whether or not you were still relevant, and Loras liked to stay what he was, no matter what Brienne thought had happened.
It meant that he had to train harder after missing a few practices and listening to his boss scream at him until he finally left the office, slamming the door so hard that it knocked down a calendar that had been on the wall. Loras knew he wouldn't be fired. They needed him; losing Loras meant losing a huge endorsement. In spite of his hissy fit, Loras still stayed at work, sparring with whoever wanted to, easily beating a few, and not so easily defeating a few others. He tried not to see them as Renly's dream world murderers, or they might have had more than a bruised ego.
He got home late, ready for a shower. Briefly forgetting that he had a housemate, Loras began to shed his clothes as he walked down the hall, leaving a trail from the living room of sneakers, socks, t-shirt, pony tail holder, gloves, t-shirt, sweat pants, then boxers. Of course, when he opened the bathroom door, he remembered very quickly that Obi-Wan was now staying with him and could do whatever the fuck he wanted to do in the house as it was now partly his. Swiftly, Loras grabbed a towel.
"I have to piss," he commented as an excuse for being naked in the bathroom while his friend was bathing. Averting his eyes, he shut the shower curtain enough to cover Obi-Wan, then did take a piss as he realized he actually needed to after hours of water.