Now, Renly had to understand just how his brother's death coincided with everything that had happened in the sleeping world. It wasn't enough for one king to die. It was a domino effect, one piece knocking down the next, each of them dying of something more ridiculous than the next.
For his part, Loras was naked, as he always was during the night whether he'd been shagging not. His fingers touched Renly's lean back, sliding over taut muscle and the curve of the man's spin. Then he sat up fully and scooted in behind Renly, arms wrapping around him, his cheek against a strong shoulder blade.
No words needed to be said. Loras loved Renly with even the smallest fibre of his being. Despite his joking around, he dreaded the day when Renly dreamed that dream. "I want to stop them," he said softly. "I want to stop all your dreams." He wanted to protect Renly from it.