Theo was better with Greg, enough that he didn't flinch when Greg lifted his wand for the spell, although the sudden warmth in the room only highlighted how cold Theo had been before and he started to shiver a little as he thawed. He watched Greg undress with a vaguely interested look but moved again to curl toward Greg as the other man settled back in.
He bit at his lip because it hurt him to deny Greg's wishes, but he remembered being told, dark man, dark clothes, knife sharp voice, that he wasn't allowed. He relaxed again though as Greg suggested they read; honestly, Theo would have done almost anything just for the chance to be cuddled up with Greg like this.
"No dream." Theo said softly, looking up from his place on his back just before he reached and drew the tip of his nail-bitten index finger fondly down Greg's cheek. "It was real. She- she was here." he withdrew his hand and turned his head away, his eyes distant. "Not anymore, then it started."