Drawn closer to Greg, Greg trying to pull his attention to him, Theo couldn't help focusing in, listening to the things Greg said. He wasn't sure and he felt shaky, felt like looking over his shoulder to check to see if his dad was there, watching and waiting for him to trip up.
Greg banished that very fear with his promises, almost a prayer of promises that caught Theo by surprise, listening with big eyes as Greg kissed his fingers, curling the kissed one when Greg moved to his other hand. He let Greg draw him close and studied the man's face quietly before doing as Greg asked and kissing him softly. His tiny weight leant in against Greg's broad chest and he lay there like empty clothing, limp and breathing softly, feeling cold inside his chest but letting Greg warm him. He turned his head and whispered into Greg's ear - the words would have been unintelligible anyway, but were even more so now because he was speaking in old Norse.