The tray was on the small table near the bed, so it didn't get jostled when Theo crawled out to wrap himself around Greg. He put his hand onto Theo's hand, smoothing the hair before he let his hand rest on his neck, "You are still in bed," he said, Greg's eyes turned down so he could look at Theo. He was silent for a moment, "I brought you something hot. I think we should start going up to the school for breakfast together, don't you? It would be good to get you moving around," he said, still playing with the hair at Theo's neck. There was something so fragile and delicate about this boy that surged the strongest feelings up in Greg, making him feel so intensely. Greg knew he loved Theo dearly; he'd do anything for him, he knew it.