[He seems to realize his misstep and sighs, bringing a hand up to rub at his temple, turning away and starting to pace the tent slowly. Loras is pouting and he's still hurt, and Renly feels awful, even if he was in the right - Loras has him wrapped so beautifully around his little finger, not that he'll ever admit it.] Lord Tarly is a capable commander and you know it, don't be petulant. I'm not giving him the van, you're my Lord Commander and the glory should be yours, I'm just-

This is all very stressful right now. People are still sniggering behind my back about Margaery and now you're hurt and-