Greg approached the room, and gave a quick rap of a knock before entering and then stepped in, to swing the door shut. He glanced about, and spied Theo in the corner. The bruise on his head was turning dark purple, and Greg gave a grunt of surprise and concern as he set his bag down and approached his friend.
Squatting down, Greg put out a hand wordlessly to Theo, hoping that for once, Theo might recognize him at first glance. He wasn't going to say anything, just to go for a visual recognition at first, and he waved his hand encouragingly at Theo, his face concerned and sad at the mark. He was internally fuming but knew that getting mad would only freak Theo out.