Greg came closer but Theo had felt the hand on his shoulder, was woken when those fingers forayed into his hair and the next time Greg looked at him Theo was looking back, having opened his eyes but not moved the minute he'd felt something amiss.
Cogs were ticking over fast in his mind, but he still couldn't make sense of what was happening here. "Greg?" he questioned quietly, voice raised barely above a whisper, still holding still.