Greg breathed in Theo's scent, and he could still get a faint trace of the man he loved there beneath the harsh smell of hospital soap and antiseptic. He wanted Theo to hold him for hours and hours, and he didn't move as Theo went on about the wolves. His own arms went about Theo's waist and he pulled Theo to him and turned his head into Theo, kissing the fabric and wishing he were kissing skin.
"I'll let you stop them, this time Theo. But the next, it will be you and I, always. I don't want you trying to fend them off on your own. You need my help, as I need yours," and he turned his head to see Theo looking down at him, "Under the sheets with me? I know I'll be safe with you then," he said, giving Theo a small sliver of a smile. He certainly had no problems if Theo spoke about being in bed with him, caring for him, hiding with him. He would do that, gladly.