For the past week, Loras had been in quite possibly the best mood of his life. He was certain that Obi was consistently rolling his eyes at him, but he did not care. He also didn't discuss Renly with Obi-Wan. It was bad enough Obi knew about Loras' sexual preference, Loras didn't want him to know more, although he was sure Obi did.
He'd been at a photo shoot during the day in Los Angeles with a sports drink company. They'd given him a trunk full of their drink which Loras had fully intended to take inside and give to Obi-Wan since Loras was more of a Gatorade man. Of course, when he pulled up into the driveway, that plan was quickly squashed.
For a few moments, he could only stare. When he got out of his car, he was grinning. "Margaery," he said and went to his sister. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her cheek. "What are you doing here?" he asked in Swedish, falling immediately into the habit. He knew Obi-Wan was there, he wasn't trying to ignore him, but he wasn't very focused on him either.