Sirius didn't know what to do. Teddy clearly didn't want to be touched, but he couldn't stand seeing him so sad. What had happened? Who had made him feel like this? His wand hand itched for something to hex.
He didn't touch him, but he did move slightly closer.
"Teddy, you're not inadequate. Or useless. You're brilliant, and funny, and worth a lot to a lot of people. Did, did something happen?" His hand hovered, aching to make this better somehow. "Do you want to talk about it?"