Greg listened, stunned and surprised at how clear some of those images were that Theo painted with words. He tilted his head into the touch on his cheek and it flowed through him, all of the words and the tender gesture, making him feel better about his resolve to wait; in that moment, it made Greg love Theo even more that he had a moment before, cementing that loyal bond the bigger man had for the fair slender one.
"Oh Theo," he whispered, moving through the water now, his big hands moving up Theo's arms to slide around his waist and pull Theo towards him. He wrapped his arms about him and kissed his boyfriend first on the forehead and then on the lips. He kissed him deeply without speaking at first, so filled with this new wonder at how such a mad man could so tenderly express himself in ways Greg knew he couldn't possibly articulate. He was well pleased that he stirred these images inside Theo's head, and he moved his big hands onto Theo's back, stroking up and down in a tender way, "I'm all that to you? Really? You don't break my wings love, you don't. I am your gentle man, your strong lover," he said, his words muffled by the resuming of his kisses upon Theo's lips.