For Loras, the words had more meaning than if Renly were only staying in town. For him, the words meant that Renly wasn't going to die, and if he really really needed to leave later, Loras wouldn't be as angry. He'd be hurt, but at least Renly would be alive and he wouldn't think him dead like he'd thought the last time.
Fingers slid into Renly's, lacing tightly in with weak, feverish digits. "No," he answered, shaking his head. His curls swayed with the movement. He shifted, lying down beside Renly. He wanted desperately to kiss him and show him where he belonged and only refrained by the smallest of margins.
"When you're better," he started, the words sounding false in his mouth, "You're going to make it all up to me."