Greg was listening and thinking, his mind trying to grasp at those dim threads of memory of that dream. It had been a dream he liked but was ashamed of. There had been kissing, and touching, with lips sliding over rough skin, plucking and pulling at a neck, a chest a nipple. Greg found his breath catch slightly as some of it came back to him, the dream experience of being with a boy being just as intense as being with a girl. He'd had to change the sheets again, regardless, but it had nagged at the back of his mind, not leaving him alone.
That kiss he'd witnessed between those 6th years had brought it back, and now lying here, looking up at Theo, Greg could feel his mouth growing dry as he remembered.
He blinked slightly, coming back to reality as Theo spoke to him, and for a very brief moment, he wondered what it would feel like to kiss Theo, right then, on his bed. He found himself flushing slightly at the thought and then answering, "Maybe better tomorrow, if that works for you?" he said, afraid to move, to break the spell that seemed to lay over the room.
It was quiet in there, and Greg looked back at him for a moment, wanting to say something so badly but not sure how to start.
"Theo, you ever kissed a girl before?" he blurted out, and his eyes grew big, slightly horrified he'd been so blunt.