Greg's comment took Theo's mind to bad places, and he was grateful for the hand moving that drew him out of it, even though that made his chest twist uncomfortably too.
His breath caught like a rabbit in a snare as Greg's hand burrowed up further, stroking at him, and he looked back at his boyfriend with eyes big and conflicted. "I've been good." he said, like it was a protest or plea against what was happening. "I've been good." and then, something that he'd used to ask a long time ago before he'd learned that it didn't matter what he'd said or screamed or sobbed. "Please don't hurt me."