At this, Loras puckered his lips to an 'O' and let out a soft howl. It was both disappointing and relieving for Obi-Wan to move. Loras remained where he was with a brilliant view of the stars instead of Obi-Wan's face. The only trouble was, now he could only think of Renly's face. How Renly smiled. How his brow furrowed sometimes when he was confused. How he looked when he came. How he'd looked when he'd died....
Loras frowned.
"It isn't just your mess," he said, grateful to have something to talk about. "Maybe both of you have your own stack of things to sort out before anything else happens, and at least this time I'll be prepared for when you go back." He nudged his friend with an elbow to the rib. Not enough to hurt, but enough to be felt. "Asshole."