Greg found the concern rising him, as he watched Theo begin to rattle and fall apart at his insistent demand about Theo's father being gone. He knew he wasn't helping matters in the least, and that to try to talk sense wasn't going to have the same effect as it would to a sane person.
Greg's hand moved and he was bending over Theo, and gathering the thinner boy up into his arms, pulling him to cradle him, dragging him slightly across Greg's lap, so that he could wrap his arms around him. It was an effort to still the shudder, and with one arm wrapped around Theo, Greg put his other hand back on Theo's chest, over Theo's hand still there.
"Shshshshsh," he said, "No hole, there's no hole there," he said, Greg's voice softening as he began to rock Theo slightly in his arms and rub at the spot, moving Theo's hand with his own.
"No hole, no da, no sanity, no reality. Just right now. This touch, this body, this world," and Greg looked down into Theo's face, "I love you so much, Theo. Can you understand that? Can you believe it? Trust it? I would do anything to protect you."