Greg nodded, "A box? Wow. That could totally work maybe," he said glancing at Theo who for a moment seemed okay. Theo was smiling and sort of settling against the wall, "My mum? Well she's as well as can be she be. I get to pop round a bit," he said, glancing again at Theo who's appearance was changing, making Greg concerned.
"Oh, hey there!" He said, setting his bottle down quickly and reaching down for Theo. Greg lifted him up easily, and he carried a curled up Theo to the couch, sitting so that the clearly stressed boy was in his lap. Greg gently began to rock Theo in his lap, rubbing his back as he looked at Theo, his head turned and tipped down, "Come on now. Nothing to get you upset. Did you want your butterbeer?" He asked, finally looking over at Zach, "I guess something set him back but he'll be okay, really."