Theo echoed the name after Greg quietly, barely audible, leaning in to the arm Greg put around his shoulders and resting against Greg's chest, that small amount of excitement having exhausted him.
He shook his head determinedly to the idea of tea; he wasn't in any mood to even take liquids. He watched Zach take some, feeling his stomach turn at the sight of the milk but unable to tear his eyes away.
"There aren't any jobs." he put in, confused. "We're too young for work." He'd been living in the past less and less since having moved in with Greg, but his illness still sheltered him there from time to time, now being one of them.