Between practice with Obi and the match the previous night, Loras had been in desperate need of a shower. He was bruised on the ribs and he had a split lip, but all in all, he'd say he did pretty well.
There were no more matches until the next week, when the team would be traveling to New York. Until then, Loras would continue his workouts and practices with Obi. Other than that, he would be resting and waiting for Renly to phone, or text. Or, gods, something. It was possible the shower was serving as a bit of a distraction. When he was finished, he wrapped a towel around his slender waist, wiped a swath of steam from the mirror, shaved, combed his hair, put pain relieving cream on his sore muscles. He came out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam, then descended the small stair case, pausing when he saw his sister there.
Something was off, and Loras didn't mince words. "What's wrong?" he asked.