Theo watched Greg like he was speaking another language. His mind wasn't where it should be and the things Greg was saying didn't fit into what he took for granted.
He saw the way Greg's eyes wandered down, and that made more sense to him than what Greg was saying. He spread his legs and laid back, although the last thing Greg said had him turning a little pale.
"You can." he said, swallowing. "It's allowed. 'Cause, 'cause that's what bad boys get, that's what they get, naughty little boys who don't listen, who eavesdrop under the table at daddy's parties, who get in the way and speak when they shouldn't and ruin everything, that's what they get, that's what they get." He stammered the explanation, didn't cry through it but his hand were locked against the bedsheets and still shaking.