Theo slowed his pacing when Greg agreed, taking it that the boy believed him. He tilted his head, confused about how he could 'get better' when he was clearly already well. "I am fine, I am, I'm FINE." he insisted. "You CAN'T! This is, you can't take me out of my head, out of... where..." he stopped and sat down abruptly, confused. "Where will the thoughts go... banished away like the thestrals?" he asked, hissed almost between clenched teeth as though his head was in pain.
And then Greg distracted him with the book.
If theo had been a dog his ears would have pricked up and forward. He tilted his head at the vaguly familiar cover and then crawled - unbothered about getting up off the floor - on his knees over to Greg, reaching out to take the book. "I know this?" he said, not really a question but not sure enough to be a statement.