Theo held still as Zach reached out to touch him, some dark terror running through his expression like a sprinter, come and gone in a flash and leaving him wide-eyed like a scared horse.
He relaxed a little at the reassurance though, and was in a kind of mood where he leant in to the offered arm, the hold making him think of that sweat-smell of boy and Quidditch and he didn't know why but he was thinking about tattoos and a soft-shaved head.
"Can't tell." Theo pointed out, sounding scandalised. He lifted his hand to feel against the place where Zach's jaw met his ear. "They'll break it hear for telling. Cut out the loose tongue..." He traced his fingers to Zach's mouth as he said this, drawing them back hesitantly. "That's what will happen." As crazy as he was, this had actually happened to Theo for that very reason; his father didn't look kindly on gossip.