Theo's eyes closed and he hummed happily under a type of touch he'd never felt before now. He'd tried to explain the pain he remembered but didn't remember, the agony that had been trapped under his skin after his dad had Crucio'd him, but he really wasn't remembering as such because his mind wasn't quite ready to face that trauma yet.
He didn't remember the Pheonix but he didn't shake his head, not wanting to stop the petting.
Petting that then turned a little heavier, a little less like petting and more like Greg wanted to break him. Theo was sick enough that he stayed still and didn't say anything, taking the pain, but Greg gentled his hand and he relaxed again. He tensed up though at talk of removing his memories, reaching out to curl his fingers around Greg's wrist, as if that would have stopped anything. "No, don't move anything, don't move furniture around, don't move the things because the dust, the dust will disturb and fly, fly into the air, please, please don't move things, please, please." he begged, actually begged. If Greg didn't know how fractured Theo was before, he had to know now.