It wasn't that he'd forgotten about the letter, he just hadn't told her about it yet, mostly because he'd been mostly avoiding her since the dreams had started up again.
Annoyed and slightly hurt, Loras took the last step down and went toward the kitchen. "Do you really think I'd do that?" he asked, moodily opening the ice box to grab an orange. He shut the door and stood against the counter to peel the fruit with short, blunt nails.
"What would you have me tell you?" he asked. "That home is the land of milk and honey and you should just go back when I want you here?" He tossed a small piece of rind into the bin. "I'm selfish, remember?"