Theo's anger was shocking; it was shocking and thrilling in that same moment, to see him so passionately alive!
"You'd do that for me?" he said, and the awe was not easy to keep out of his tone, "You would, wouldn't you?! You are my fucking knight in white armor, coming to my rescue against....the wolves," Greg said, not missing in Theo's heat the words his hands...his wrists...
For whatever reason, Theo was clear about wanting to protect Greg from his dead father, and that notion made Greg's heart utterly melt, "You protect me, don't you? You always have, as much as you could Theo," Greg said, and it was, for a change, his turn to melt against Theo, his head moving forward to rest on Theo's shoulders, his lips at Theo's neck.
Greg kissed the skin he could reach, wanting to fold into Theo's arms, if such a thing were possible. They would have looked absurd, the big man hunkered down against the frail one, but Greg could give a shit.