Theo mewed as Greg tugged at his ear, but Greg's explanation troubled him, deeply. "No." he said, shaking his head, pulling back from the kiss. "No, no, I'm not sick, I... I'm not." he said stammering.
He put a hand against Greg's chest and rubbed at it, a little frantic in his mannerisms. "I'm not sick." he insisted, geuinely distressed as he thought at this time that there was nothing wrong with him. "No, no, don't wait, you don't have to wait." he said, almost demanded, more of a plea, crashed his mouth in against Greg's and cut his lip against his own tooth. It seemed as though he were fighting against something more than the suggestion he was ill.