Those little words, I've done bad things, had a sobering effect on Greg, and where he had been wavering, wanting to take Theo so badly or make this adventure one full of sexual release, it all shifted again.
Greg froze, realizing just what Theo was offering, and he became mildly horrified by it, "No! NO! Theo, you've done nothingBAD! Who the hell's been telling you such rot?!"
Greg shook his head adamantly, "Theo, you are good, inside and out, and...and.....I am not gonna hurt you like that. It...it happened once before, do you remember?" and he glanced at Theo, speaking almost under his breath, "I hope you don't. It was...terrible," he added, and he made the decision that the evening had to end. All he had wanted was a romantic fantasy and instead it was morphing into something terribly raw and real, and clearly painful to Theo. Greg moved through the water with Theo wrapped in his arms, "Come on. Let's get out of here. How about some hot chocolate? Back at the hut? We can read in bed together if you like...?" he offered, hoping Theo would forget all of this evening, and hoping that someday, Theo would be a bit better.