The hesitation in Greg's voice almost brought Theo out of the delusion and into the real light, but that touch against him had him humping briefly against the bed, shattering the clarity of thought and spiralling him back into the confusion of the past.
He heard the soft click of the lock but even that didn't tug him out of it, kissing Greg back playfully, teasingly, as though they hadn't not seen each other for five years because to Theo it had only been fifteen minutes.
He turned as told, lying on his back and looking up at Greg, bending one knee so that it exposed him in his hospital regulation pyjama pants. The material was caught under him from where he'd turn, wrapped over his hips and it just showed how pitifully thin he was, the sheet stretched above his concave tummy, his hipbones standing out sharp. "Play with me Greg, please. We have time before Potions." he said, urging Greg to hurry but not too much.