[He gives his hand a light squeeze, exhaling softly. He knows, of course, all the things Loras is telling him, he knows it because he knows his lover. They're young, but they've been closer than brothers for years, ever since Loras first came to Storm's End practically. Renly feels a familiar warmth uncurl in his chest, but at the same time, a tinge of icy dread. Of course it's flattering to know that someone loves you enough to die for you, but here, now, at war...] It doesn't seem so romantic anymore, knowing that you would die for me. They all think I'm just a frivolous child playing at war, as well, so I know, that you feel you need to prove yourself to them. I don't wish to begrudge you that, they need to see that you belong at my side, but-

I suppose it's just hitting me, that I could lose you if something went wrong. Some part of me always thought Robert was immortal too, and now look at him, gored by a boar because he drank too much wine.

It just doesn't seem worth being king, if you aren't there at my side in a rainbow cloak. [It comes out a little softer, and he presses his face lightly against Loras's good shoulder, tangling their fingers together.]