"Haven't a clue! Just an aura, I suppose," Teddy laughed freely, enjoying Sirius's excitement. This was certainly a man who had not yet experienced Azkaban and so he would enjoy this version until his dreams turned to a nightmare.
Having the Potters and the Weasleys always around was brilliant but there was nothing like real family even if it was a cousin technically some number removed. (He'd never been good at following those lines because they didn't really felt like they mattered.) But Sirius was detangling to--
"The shirt off your back! Or... Well, the vest," his expression melted into a terribly sweet fondness for a man he'd just met. For now, he slipped the vest on, then he pulled Sirius close and placed a familial kiss against his temple before settling right back into his spot. "Storage first because my feet are cold and then..." he exhaled then, the nervousness obvious, "Dad. Do you think he'll be happy or no that I'm not a werewolf?"