Theo was bemused. Greg remembered him and had been thinking of him and wanting, but Theo didn't know. He'd been lost, was still lost, and things were happening fast, too fast, confusing his broken mind. He liked these touches though, far more than one doctors and nurses manhandled him for showers and examinations and those times where they had to force feed him because he didn't eat.
He didn't understand what Greg said about being there. "I live here..." he said, confused. "I'm from this, these walls-" he was going to continue but Greg cut him off with petting and cuddling and he melted into it, chewing on his finger because it soothed him.
He yawned a little and looked up at Greg as the boy-now-man spoke, tilting his head. He was about to answer and then Greg mentioned his dad... Theo went still, limp against Greg's chest, the lights on but no one in behind his eyes. It was the way he'd been found by the people who had then arrested him just after he'd killed his father, a puppet with the strings cut.