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Theodore Nott (booksmart_devil) wrote in wished,

Once again confusion and disbelief flitted over Theo's face and he looked down to where his hand was on Greg's chest, pushing in a little to feel. "Older? Where has the sand run to?"

He tried to curl his hand back up to his mouth but Greg raised his voice, the tone familiar enough to Theo although louder and more emotive than he remembered. He watched Greg with unknowing eyes and then put his hands over them, blocking everything out and huddling over, curling up. The most out of character thing of all, even more than the actions, was the keening noise Theo was making, tiny and quiet in his throat, distressed and upset in a way he couldn't control; he seemed afraid of Greg, part afraid and partly wanting to be away from the situation.