Greg watched as Theo's face closed up, and there was that smoothness, the glassy ice of calm on those angular features, and he could only nod.
The pressure of Theo's hand on his leg felt like a spark as Greg's body reacted; he leaned towards the other boy and this time, it was Greg's hand that raised, and hoovered, hesitating as he reached for Theo's face. But then he moved, smoothly cupping the other's face even as his fingers pushed into Theo's hair. He was just as soft as Greg remembered and that settled something inside of his chest, making it easier to take in the air his lungs were screaming for.
Greg's other hand went to Theo's side, and settled there, gently as he shifted himself closer towards Theo, "Yes, I was burned. I'm better now. It was just a bit of my legs, but I'm better, honest," and then confusion passed over his face, "How did you know? But did you know where I was? Oh, my poor dear, what's happened to you?" he asked, more to himself than to the mumbling Theo and he slipped his arm around him, to slide him up onto Greg's lap. It was an easy smooth movement; Theo weighed next to nothing and Greg's strength had drastically increased since his days in school, having spent much of his time in jail toning his body.