Greg surrendered to the embrace, closing his eyes and breathing deeply as Theo held him, protective and shielding. It was a refreshing change, and Greg wanted it to last; it made him feel like Theo was partially sane. He had no notion of what had spurred it, and as he lay against Theo, he wondered how Theo's mind worked, plagued by these ideas of having to hide, first like a child under a table without speaking, to running from wolves and being devoured by them (in his mind.)
The protective nature of Theo's embrace served to hearten Greg, though he was plagued by doubts. How would Theo be upon returning to school? Greg thought the location might dispatch some of these terrors but what about the times it did not? Would Theo run wild about Hogwarts? Would he slip in to some sort of time delirium and try to enter their old common rooms, only to be barred by a new password? Would Theo turn on students, thinking them attackers or worse, wolves? Greg had these images of him, having to chase Theo all over the school grounds, and as much as the protective hold helped him feel better, Greg hoped fervently that Hogwarts and being gone from this terrible place would help Theo accept the present and heal from the past.
"You do love me," he murmured, "Even if you don't remember who I am half of the time. That's okay, Theo, really, as long as you love me."