Theo shut his mouth when Greg came in, the smell of food making his stomach twist but the feeling of sanctuary that Greg offered something that had Theo reaching out and clinging hold of Greg for, his ragged breathing from all that exertion easing out.
He looked up warily as Zach spoke to him, nodding at what Zach said but unable to really trust that. He'd had five years doing nothing but what others wanted and his life before that was a struggle for his own freedom within the walls that his father had constructed around him; here he had a chance to be really free for the first time, but he was once again trapped, a prisoner in his own mind.