Theo leaned against Greg but it was as though he was doing it because he'd fall otherwise. He appreciated the warmth, his thin body susceptible to the cold, finding himself on the bed suddenly because he'd become lost in the time between.
He did't understand the way Greg started speaking to him, having never been treated as a child, but being given incentives to be a good boy were familiar; although he lay back, he watched Greg with trepidation, breathing in deep and uneasy before he reached down and drew the bottom of his hospital issued shirt up, eyes not leaving Greg's face.