Greg was up; he'd been up for hours and hours. The routine wasn't really set, with Theo and all. But Greg had duties he was supposed to do, so he still rose early, sneaking out of the bed to make Theo tea that he would leave by the bed. Tea with loads of sugar and cream, all to try to entice Theo to eat more. Greg had made that his mission in life: to ply Theo with enticing things to eat to fatten him up.
So far, they seemed to be settling in well enough. Theo would stir and wake at odd hours, and get restless. All Greg could think to do was get books from the Library for him, offer him good things in cups with spoons (most of it coming from the kitchen in the school) and hold him when Theo seemed to need that reassurance. It was a pretty quiet life, and suited Greg better than he'd ever dreamed.
Greg had come back to the cottage, his duties done for the day, and had been sitting in a chair near the bed, reading one of the many books that were spread out about the place. He rose, "Theo. I'm here. It might be Zach," he said as he moved out of the room, closing the door slightly. He crossed the one large living room/kitchen space and opened the door, not sure if it would indeed be Zach or a student with a request.
Greg paused, "Smith," he said and he stepped back, inviting the other man inside, "You came."