Theo took Greg's touch and tilted his head up for Greg's kiss like it was an orchestrated thing, moving together in sync. He mewed a little at the pet and then nuzzled his head against Greg's shoulder.
"A drink? You want a drink?" he turned and moved off into the little kitchen, moving a little like a sleepwalker, looking for a cup. "A drink, a drink, a drink..." he said to himself over and over as though he'd forget. He came back with nothing, wandering back out looking confused. "Oh... Zacharias..." he said, like he'd just seen him.