Funny how he could feel it in his bones even before Obi-Wan had texted him, and how that feeling in his bones had only gotten worse. Something was wrong. It felt like a chill, only it was underneath Loras' skin.
As he walked into the house after training, the air felt thick, almost stagnant. Loras paused where he stood for a moment before walking toward the kitchen. Obi-Wan's back was to him, but Loras could still make out the man's trembling hand. He recalled that day, when he'd been in padawan's robes and Obi-Wan's jaw shook. It seemed as though all the strength had been drained from Obi-Wan and Loras hated that look. The look he knew was on Obi-Wan's face.
"What?" he demanded from where he stood. It was Dani. He knew it, because it was always fucking Dani.