Obi, for whatever reason that the Gods had come up with to put the man in Loras' life, had served as something of a distraction since he'd walked all surly like up the driveway that first time. Over the past couple of weeks, Loras could have used him around for that same distraction.
Margaery was wonderful, of course, and probably the most outgoing person that Loras knew, but comparing Margaery and Obi was like comparing apples and oranges. Loras needed them both in different ways, and definitely in a different way than he needed Renly, whom Loras hadn't heard from since their night together. A deep seated loathing had begun to take place in his gut. It wasn't as if he wasn't accustomed to it. In his dreams, he'd sometimes not see Renly for weeks or months on end. He hated that it continued here, in the world they both actually lived in.
He missed Obi so much that he'd done an internet search on a whim, thinking he'd get nothing more than Star Wars sites. There had been one, however, that had stuck out of the crowd. Obi's old school. Loras had clicked on it and found a photograph that had made him not only smile, but laugh. He'd printed it up and now he held it in front of him as Obi approached. Loras thought he'd never seen Obi so handsome, all smiling and beautiful, a completely different person from the one Loras had met. In a way, it almost hurt to know that it took Dani, not Loras himself to bring it out, but he stayed with the picture, smiling back at Obi.
"I didn't know you could play the French horn," he teased. "I also didn't know you liked to stick your fingers in electrical outlets."