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Theodore Nott (booksmart_devil) wrote in wished,

Theo didn't start at Greg's approach, trusting him through even the strange panic that had caught his mind after the odd happenings back at the hut. He clung to Greg, pressed to the larger body like a scared cat plucked out of the water, as Greg lifted him up and out of the snow, his feet numb. He looked back at Greg as the other boy searched for a place to seat him, his stare even and steady even as he had no idea what Greg was referring to; he was just happy that Greg was with him and not out there being tortured by whatever it was that was coming.

Theo watched Greg bend down, fighting the urge to tug his foot back as Greg held it, biting at his bottom lip and feeling bad for upsetting his boyfriend, even if he didn't know what he'd done. He sat still and white from cold and shivering violently, but he waited, accepting the blanket patiently and not feeling that odd pang of jealousy as Greg cast to keep them warm; he said and did nothing, in fact, util Greg was knelt before him and warming his torn feet.

He reached out and laid his hand on Greg's head, rubbing his thumb against the short hair. "We're safe now." he said, voice and expression sombre but soft and a little more relaxed. "We can go, keep running 'til we get to the thestrals, thestrals Greg, then we'll be safe."