It was a relief that Obi-Wan was in a good mood. Loras needed him in a good mood. He poured a mug of coffee, adding nothing to it. Despite not having gone for his jog, Loras couldn't put sugar and cream and risk gaining double what he might with exercise.
He blew the steam that was rolling off the surface and went back to where Obi-Wan was stringing up the lights. It was starting to look...like Christmas in the house and it was difficult to be cross about anything.
"Oh," he said, shifting his gaze from one end of the bannister to the other, avoiding eye contact with Obi-Wan, "just Renly." No big deal. Just the love of his life who'd left without a word and put Loras into a state of inadvisable sexual encounters and fast cars.