The only reason Theo didn't lean in towards Greg as the boy sat was because he was watching him pull off his shirt, exposing his tattoo'd, work-shaped chest, a place that Theo loved to lean against to sleep. He returned the kiss and he really must have been tired as he couldn't protest or stage a fight over the porridge, just picked up the spoon like it was poisonous to hold and painstakingly choked down three slow, laborious mouthfuls.
He turned the spoon over to show that he'd finished as he lay it down in the bowl, turning to see Greg touching at himself. He licked sticky porridge off his lips and then moved his hand tentatively, over Greg's moving hand but on top of the pants too, his eyes intent on their hands but somehow not there too.