The Talk (слэш)

Loras made a face. “Okay, so we’ve ruled out asking my parents and your brothers for advice. Who else could we ask?”
Renly pondered that question and there was only one person who sprung to mind. “You know who would have really good advice?” he laughed, carding a hand through Loras’ curls rather absent-mindedly. “If you could stomach the idea of talking to him, that is.”
Loras narrowed his eyes and then he sighed. “Yeah,” he said. “Go on. Do it.”