Greg was in the kitchenette, making their tea and putting some cakes out on a plate, with two bowls of banana pudding to entice Theo. He could hear the sound of their voices, and it seemed like it was all going well. To a point, at least, from the sound of things. He felt domestic as he got out the tray, setting the steaming mugs of tea on the tray, with the sugar and cream. He was lifting it, stepping to the room when he heard that tone, that familiar panic.
He moved quickly, entering the room to catch the look on Theo's face, "So, hey. What's all the fuss about in here," he said smoothly as he set down the tray, "Theo, shshsh," he said as he moved to sit on the bed, Lnothing's going in if you don't want it to," he said, giving Zac an understanding look.