Theo reached to take Greg's hand uncertainly, but he withdrew it anxiously when Greg said things to him, strange, strange things that he couldn't marry up in his head with what he thought he knew.
He whimpered and pushed a hand into his hair to grab a whole handful of it, tugging on it hard. "No you didn't... no you didn't!" he said, insisted. "I'm not lost, I'm not lost, I'm here, in my head I'm here, I'm not lost!" he curled up, head down between his knees, rocking himself.