Greg's timing was for shit really, and he paused again, now standing by Theo's bed with the cold floor under his feet. He realized that he'd left his wand in the bed, and moved forward, sliding a hand underneath as he groped for it.
"You say stay, but I'm not sure," he whispered as his fingers closed around the wood, "Fuck, Theo. I wanna really talk about it but...," and Greg glanced about at the other sleeping figures.
"Can we talk about it later?" and after a moment, he leaned into Theo's face and whispered again.
"Please?"
He could not keep that note of sorry out of his tone; the need for something so intangible filling him to bursting. All he wanted to do was to slip into the bed and encircle the sleepy boy in his arms and hold him; to feel wanted was a powerful need at that moment.