Theo didn't feel Greg's gentle grip at the back of his neck, or the way the other boy's fingers pressed a little too hard into his skin (which would bruise later just because there was nothing between it and his bone); he didn't hear Greg's words, lost somewhere other, somewhere else.
He didn't realise he was being laid back down but the touch to his face was gentle enough to be unusual enough to bring him out a little bit. He sighed as Greg kissed him, his fingers curled a little against the unfamiliar-familiar face and he blinked lazily like he was drugged, almost looking through Greg. "What are you doing here?" he asked, sounding like each word was more effort than he could manage. "Don't you have homework. I'll help you." he turned his head to look up at the ceiling like he was thinking. "Do not eat before me. Hold still and be a good boy or you will never learn. Do not talk unless I have asked you a question or given you permission to do so. Do not speak, do not say anything, silence and snares, snares and traps and lying tongues, lying tongues..." He lapsed into silence but it didn't seem comfortable, trembling almost imperceptibly again unless you had a hand on him and could feel the shaking underneath his skin.