Renly would have argued that he was only up because Loras had rang his doorbell and he would have still been lying down if he hadn't had to get up to answer the door, but before he could open his mouth to speak, Loras' arm was around him and he was being ushered back to the couch. He probably could have made his way back on his own, but with the fever and the dreams he had, now swimming around in his head again, he was far too focused on Loras. He practically sagged against him as he was lead back to the couch, taking it his scent and the way his arm felt around his waist, "You're gonna get sick," He mumbled as he practically collapsed back onto the couch, staring up at Loras as he did.
As he gazed up at him, the dreams came back more vividly. The young boy. The tension. The joust. The kiss. Everything that he had been dreaming about over the last...he didn't even know how many hours had passed, "You were a cute kid..." He muttered as he shifted to lay back down and tried to fix his blanket over himself.