The flush of guilt spread from his neck up to his cheeks so that it almost felt like his eyes were turning red. Greg immediately stopped what he was doing, pulling out his hand and pulling back from Theo.
"Shit! Merlin, Theo! I'm sorry. Damn, I am so sorry!" he said as he stammered, feeling the utter fool. He knew he was ill equipped to handle most of the emotional crap that Theo had going on. Doing what he'd just done had been reckless and incredibly insensitive.
"I..I am sorry," he said again, even as he pulled at his drawers, shifting so that he wasn't touching Theo on the bed, afraid he would cause something again. He was scowling, furious at himself for trying something so stupid. He felt in that instant utter crap at taking care of Theo. But while he wanted to run, he stayed where he was on the bed, biting his lip and putting his hands on his thighs, squeezing them tight enough to make his fingers white.