Theo shivered as his shirt came off, and then a different shudder as his jeans came off too, leaving him naked and vulnerable. The expression on Greg's face, the tears there, confused him as to Greg's intent; it was nothing he remembered seeing before and the surprise kept him quiet, docile as Greg moved him back.
The Theo of even six years back wouldn't have recognised this mess of bad memories and bad breeding bundled among twigs wrapped up in tissue thin skin that was Theo now.
He turned a little towards the warmth of Greg, his own body mass not enough to keep him warm, breathing a little heavily in what could have been lust or fear.