The lights were beautiful, making the whole stair case glow. Loras could have gone on just staring at the lights without talk of Renly Baratheon, but Loras had been the one who'd started it. On some level, he must have wanted to talk about it.
He looked at Obi-Wan and thought that like this, Obi was more handsome than usual. Absurdly, Loras wished he had some mistletoe to hang over Obi-Wan's head. Loras frowned at the question, though, and sat on one of the steps, his forearms on his knees.
"No," he lied, then shook his head. "Yes. But I don't trust him, and I don't even know why I want him, other than he dies every night when I'm asleep and I love him there. I love him here, too, but he doesn't love me. Gods, what is even doing here?!"