Theo held his breath as Greg's hand came closer, closer, then alighted on his face, but it didn't hurt the way he'd expected it to. He closed eyes and let his breath go as Greg pet fingers into his hair. It was like no touch he'd felt but like all the ones that had come before, stacking up like dominos in the back of his closed head and slolwy starting to fall forward.
He twitched a little feeling Greg's hand at his waist, but it didn't hurt either. He didn't really understand what Greg said - his mind had gone back to a time when Greg had been planning to get the Mark. Theo still felt guilt for that, even though he couldn't remember why he was feeling guilty.
He moved as Greg urged, into the other boy's lap and slowly, almost uncertainly but gently as a tired child, leant towards Greg's chest, his head on the other boy's shoulder. Greg was solid and reassuring under him and when Theo closed his eyes to feel, fingers curling gently against the back of Greg's neck, he felt almost content. "Burned, burned down to nothing. Nothing, nothing left, nothing left, empty, empty eyes, empty eyes, empty eyes..." he fell into murmuring, rocking a little against Greg's chest.