Theo cringed back from the hands reaching out to his arms, although he didn't pull away from their grip after the fact. The wounds he'd bitten into himself weren't healed - he never let them heal the self-inflicted ones unless he had no choice but to let them, head wounds, severed digits and so on - but they simply stung where the stranger's fingers caught them.

He moved like he wanted to curl his arms in to himself, make himself small enough to fit in the places between the sofa cushions like a forgotten penny, tiny so that he could slip away under the door and leave, disappear entirely along with everything else about him. He blinked, twice, and once again, but his vision remained foggy around the outside and he remembered then the potion he'd been given to take. He nod-nod-nodded but he didn't move back from the man who'd caught hold of him, like his body couldn't let his head lie.

He shivered like he had nerve damage, the way the fingers on his left hand had done just before he'd blacked out or whited out or whatever had happened to him to make him lose a fifteen minute chunk of his life. Disoriented and confused, he reached and curled his fingers into the stranger's sleeve as though that would give him some kind of clarity. "Sorry, I'm sorry." he said, sounding clear if quiet and still a little disfocused.