He'd just taken a shower, and for a moment, he wanted to say no, but he shrugged and settled onto the grass. The beer was set between them for Obi-Wan to take whenever he wanted it. Loras used his left forearm to support the back of his neck while his other hand set the candle lighter aside. Idly, he rubbed at his own stomach.
"I don't want to go to sleep," he confided. It was the first time he decided to speak of it with Obi-Wan, his nightly horror that had him pushing back tears as he spoke, staring up at the stars that hung in the sky. "He dies every night, and I can't even see him during the day."