Theo looked up when Greg urged his head that way taking the kisses with quiet blinking the way you'd do if you were looking up at gentle rain.
"Not home Greg." he said, his fingers curling around Greg's arm tighter than he'd have been credit for. "They sleep there, in the dark, come out to... they come... I won't-" he looked furious suddenly, angry in a way that had more life than he'd ever shown in this place before now, getting up on his knees to grab at the front of Greg's shirt. "They can't bite you Greg, I'll burn them all, I'll sever his hands from his fucking wrists!" he snarled.