Theo let Greg settle back and didn't let go, clinging like some kind of squirrel and continuing his foreign litany, sounding like dark nights when things happened that weren't spoken of in the light. His whispers turned to mumbles and then listening silence as Greg petted him, hummed to him. Theo never slept much and when he did he would often wake up screaming; for the first time in a long time he fell asleep and actually seemed to be sleeping sound, breathing quiet and gentle curled up against Greg's chest like this was what he'd been missing for the past five years.
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