"Uh uh. Nope. None of that." Sirius very gently let go of Teddys hand. He knew faking it, he was the bloody king of faking it, and he wasn't here to make Teddy pretend to be okay.
"Don't be sorry. I want to be here. I came here all on my own, and if you need to talk I want to listen. You're not putting anything on me. I know about fucked up, okay? And you don't need to pretend with me. You can be as fucked up and messed up and upset and hurt and whatever you want, for as long as you want. You don't have to be fine."
He lay his hand beside Teddys, not touching but close enough so that he could maybe sense it.
"Tell me about Victoire? She sounds special. Or don't, if it hurts too much."