Greg moved to settle around Theo, giving another sigh, "I don't know if you can understand," he started, so sure Theo wouldn't get it, "But he really is gone. And until you let yourself, trust it, love, the bastard's going to have a hold over you. He was a right fucking bastard who should have his balls cut off and stuffed down his throat to gag on, for touching his only son like he did. It was wrong," Greg said, sitting up a bit so he could look at Theo better, "I mean, I don't even think the Dark Lord would have condoned such treatment, especially of a Pure-blood."
He accepted the kiss but his face remained sad, and he gave a small shake of his head, feeling defeated, and collapsing back on the bed, "It just means...," he said, speaking to the ceiling, "It means I should have figured this out ages ago. It all makes better sense now. I reach for you, to touch you and you flinch away. I don't know if there's anything we can do that won't immediately send you back to those moments," he said, frowning hard at the roof.