A fortnight, he nearly said, as if the old fashioned way of speaking was bleeding from his dreams into his every day life. It wasn't a huge surprised, it seemed that a lot of things were doing just that.
"Two weeks ago," he answered. Not that he'd been counting the days or anything (he had). "Maybe more." He pulled the shirt off his lips and nose to breathe. "It's like in my dreams, when I couldn't see him for a long time. I just thought it might be different here. Two weeks isn't that long, though." What was, was long enough to make Loras feel that Renly might have second thoughts.