Theo waited for the answer to his question with an oddly aware kind of anticipation; he knew what he'd asked and he knew, in as much as he could, that what he'd just asked was a very important question to both of them.
He should have known what Greg's answer would be but he wasn't the person he should have been anymore. That boy wouldn't have told Greg anything about what had happened to him because it wouldn't have come up, unless it was through accident or sleep. That boy had known how to seperate consenual sex from punishment.
He watched Greg's face as the other replied, feeling bad for having caused that kind of pain because he hadn't meant to seem as though he doubted Greg; he didn't. He doubted his own worth.
He tilted his head in towards Greg's gentle hands as they petted the words into him, hitting on his insecurity like a hammer on a nail and then speaking to him in a way that made perfect sense, even if Theo had been less lucid. The smile he gave Greg back was gentle.
"Yes, in your head. And not making it messy." He clasped Greg's hand in his and held it against Greg's chest. "I'll look after this heart." he said fiercely. "I'll protect it. Keep it safe." He curled up closer and in against Greg's chest, hands still clasped.