[You didn't think this through, Loras. Like at all. Renly doesn't look terribly convinced at his answer.] Of course, then let us return to your chambers.

[Since. Renly sleeps there more often than not anyway. But his entire demeanor softens a little when Loras's hands curl around his, warm and solid and there, and he can feel his skin.] You cannot promise that, we have both seen how fleeting life can be. [The ugly scar below Renly's throat is a constant reminder.]