"I tried..." he said, because he had, tried so hard not to be bad so that the awful thing wouldn't happen to him, although it rarely made a difference.
He found himself pulled in against Greg's chest but didn't fight it, finding the cuddle comforting more than uncomfortable.
He reached and took Greg's hand in his, looking solemnly back at Greg. "Are you going to leave too." he stated more than asked, a kind of dead resignation in those mad eyes.