Theo stayed in his little huddle, waiting for the mental shudders to pass, watching Greg as he undressed which didn't help him too much; he ducked with a little indrawn breath like he was about to say something or scream or beg... or something... but no words came and then Greg was smoothing his hair and that was all the touch it was.
He watched Greg walk away from him and the scars he saw made him make a sound, a low miserable whimper. He looked up when Greg came back and picked at the hem of his pants, looking down at his knees. "Something happened." He murmured quietly. "Something happened."