Theo felt Greg hold him and the sensation was strange but certainly not unwelcome, in the part of his mind that could feel it. He looked back at Greg as the other man made eye contact, watching him as he said things that made Theo's mind seem to twist and burn, making Theo whimper and bite at his bottom lip to hold the noise back. What Greg said about his dad made his breath come quick, made him fight to forget the last time he'd ever seen the man, the shock of killing him, the relief of killing him, the nerve-piercing pain that had been the last straw on his abused and fragile mind. He didn't want to remember that.
The tension made him feel even more sick than he had been before and he curled his hand over his tummy, wanting to throw up but completely physically unable to; he put his other hand over Greg's on his chest. "A hole, a hole where there should be..." he spoke, his voice small and dry but he couldn't even get to the end of that sentence before his mind baulked and he shuddered again, one that ran through his thin frame from top to toe.