"Not your fault..." Theo said quietly, looking worried for a minute and he was knocked off his blast to the past again as quickly as he'd come except that Greg then distracted him with washing.
This was nothing like the showers back at Mungo's. He caught a little gasp of breath like it had pained him when Greg's hand slid down under his underwear, gasping softly and pushing up helplessly a little as Greg did, whining a little in what could have been plea or protest when it was over.
He reached up to kiss obediently, lips pursed the way a child did to kiss a relative, pressing the kiss to Greg's cheek, shivering a little on the step as he watched Greg clean them off.