Theo's back arched a little bit as Greg's hand pushed under his asylum-issued clothes, stunned into silence by the things Greg was saying. He knew them to be true, even if he still wasn't all sure who Greg really was.
He did shake as Greg mentioned how long he'd been in here for, because as far as he knew he'd never left this place. As far as he could remember he'd lived here his whole life.
He was soothed by Greg's words, the things he was saying about being lonely striking a chord that made him whine unhappily. "A torch..." he said, sounding tired, speaking quietly. "A burning torch. Burning, a burning torch." he looked debauched, as though he'd been fucked for hours, flushfaced and breathing heavy, his hair a mess, when he was just overcome with confusion, the new information making his head spin.
"Burning, inside me, under my skin." he said, like he was trying to explain something. "And screaming, it ouldn't stop, screaming, my throat, burning all over, burning and then, then all the trees burned, the woods, the buildings, all of it, burned down to the ground. Ashes at the end, ashes, ashes ashes ashes."