The irony in the Tonks family was undeniable. One of the reasons Ted could live with himself after realizing how much Andromeda suffered to be with him was that he was almost positive this marriage was better than any marriage her parents could have set up for her. Good blood didn't mean good people, or even good company. While that might be a bit crass of Ted to think, it's what kept him from the ultimate guilt trip.

Ted was, indeed, a couch sleeper. He was the younger sibling, the boy - when anyone slept on the floor, it was him by default. It was appropriate. He could probably fall asleep anywhere when he was ready to admit he was tired. Ted was comfortable so long as he could feel Andromeda's breathing pattern. Sure, the news of the Bones' family was on his mind, as well. This was one of the main reasons he remained neutral, or as neutral as a sarcastic, hufflepuff mudblood could be. However, it was hard to keep it in his mind while he was in the place he liked best, as contradictory as it may seem.

Every time Andromeda snarked at him or rolled her eyes or smirked, Ted wanted to squeeze her tight and pinch her at the same time. He knew she was fully capable of snark, he had fought against it for years, but when he knew she didn't mean it (like she would often play during classes), he liked it even better. He did like to think he had some influence on her ability to hold her own in pub talk, though.

Ted snorted softly against Andromeda's hair and scoffed as if offended. "Well, I'm pretty sure," he turned to look around at the room, "This looks familiar, if not too clean to be the right house." He turned his face back to Andromeda and spoke into her ear, "This seems right, though," he stuck his hands into her sides and squeezed, then playfully traced one of his hands up her back and the other to peruse her facial features, "Yeah, this is definitely the right female."