Before he'd come to see Renly, most of his thoughts were on how angry he was with Obi-Wan. Now he just wanted Renly to get better. If anything happened...
Loras squeezed his eyes and swiped his forearm across them and his damp cheeks, telling himself that tears wouldn't help. The fever was still locked in Renly, but the cold pack seemed to provide some relief. Loras opened his eyes, watching as Renly's sick-pale lips spoke. The words didn't register for a moment, but when they did, Loras' brows knitted together.
"How did you know that?" he asked. If it was the fever talking, it was a very strong coincidence.