Hearing the doorbell, Renly groaned and attempted to roll over, but almost rolled off of the couch in the process. It felt like ages since Loras had said he'd come over and with the addition of the fever and the dreams, Renly had practically forgotten. Dragging himself from the couch, Renly grabbed the blanket he'd been wrapped in earlier, despite the nice weather having returned and draped it over his shoulders as he went to see who was at the door. As he crossed through the beachfront house, he recalled that Portia had wanted to come by, so he assumed that it was going to be her. Although, when he opened the door, the dreams came rushing back and all he could do was stare at Loras, trying to figure out if he was actually awake or if he was still asleep.
"Loras?" Were he not so drugged up and sick, he would have asked him if he wanted to come in, but with so much going through his mind, he wasn't thinking straight.