Greg felt Theo change; he didn't stiffen exactly but there was something, an absence of something. He looked down, and tilted Theo back, even as Theo seemed to flop slightly, his head lolling back and it alarmed Greg suddenly. He put his hand to Theo's neck, to keep his head from falling back, much like a small infants, even as Greg's alarm flashed through his eyes. His other hand tightened on Theo, and he gripped the boy a bit hard in his concern.
"Theo?! Theo?! What is it?! Theo! What's happened?! Was it your da?" he demanded, even with the note of desperation in his tone, "If your da did this to you, I'm going to kill him," Greg said harshly. But his words seemed to have little effect on Theo; the response was so mute and Greg found he was holding a limp boy with vacant eyes. It made Greg panic and he laid Theo back on the bed, and moved to bend over him, staring into those blank eyes.
"Theo," Greg whined, his tone so desperate and tinged with remorse, "Theo...," he said, bending closer, laying next to the still boy, his fingers touching Theo's face, brushing the hair from his brow, to run down Theo's arm and take his hand. Greg lifted the boy's hand to his own face and made Theo touch Greg's cheek, even as Greg's brow furrowed more.
"Theo," he said, and he bent down to kiss the pale cheeks, and the boy's lips, "Come back," he said, pleading, "I've just found you! Come back!"