"You're Theodore." Theo pointed to himslf as he echoed, no mockery and barely any understanding, more due to echolalia than anything else. "I'm... Zacharias?" he copied again, pointing at Zach this time, but who knew if he'd actually understood. "Yes." he said in response to the question, although he didn't so much remember as know that; he knew he was Slytherin in whatever psychosis he was under at the time - some things just stuck.
He brought his hand to his mouth to chew at his thumbnail as his once-friend came closer, removing it from his mouth as soon as he'd put it in because the charcoal didn't taste very nice. He flinched a very small amount as Zach reached out to his face but stayed still as the bruise was touched because he was confused. This wasn't his special person with the big hands and big build and big heart, but who else treated him with such gentle concern?
"He was a bad boy and punished." Theo answered, not the most coherent of people. He studied Zach again, this last piece of information very confusing. "To see me?" he asked, his voice making him sound young and soft and vulnerable, things he'd never been. "You can see me?"