That busy heart rate picked up even more when he saw Renly. Loras clutched onto the bags into his hands to keep himself from lunging forward into Renly's fevered embrace. He wanted to tell Renly that he forgave him, because he did for a second. It was easier to tell Renly to piss off over text. Seeing him now only made Loras' stomach flip flop and his groin ache, as absurd as it was.
He regained himself and walked inside. "Go lie back down," he instructed. "You shouldn't be up, but I'll let it go this once." He didn't care about getting sick. Damn everything that could happen just then. He set the bags down by the door, then shut the door behind himself and slipped an arm around Renly's trim waist. For a moment, Loras thought he might faint, but the heat that rose settled.
"Come on," he said, more gentle this time as he slowly led Renly back to where he'd been lying down.