Theo's narrow chest was jumping like a car that wouldn't start as he took little panicky breaths, his eyes huge as he stared back at Greg, air coming easier to him as Greg stroked him back down from the ledge of anxiety he'd been standing on, letting himself be quietened.
The fear and wideness left his eyes and he watched Greg with stillness, the petting doing it's job. "Yes." he said eventually, his mouth a little dry. "You have those hands. They move me, bend me like a doll. You're the whisper when I turn my head just so." he said, seemingly sure of this response. "You're not a doctor."