"Hey," Loras said from the door frame of Obi-Wan's bedroom. Before Obi-Wan had moved in, this room had been used to store trophies. Now there were no trophies on the walls, only whatever Obi-Wan had put there instead. Loras didn't miss his trophy room anymore; the tropies were all stored away with his most important ones randomly placed on shelves throughout the house.
From where he stood, Loras wished he could be a mind reader. He might know when something was wrong, but he never knew what it was, and sometimes, getting the answer from Obi-Wan was like trying to get oil from a water spout.