He crawled in beside Teddy, even if he thought that maybe he shouldn't. Teddy didnt seem to want to be touched, but he hadn't liked the loss of contact either. He just wished he knew the right thing to do. He didnt want to make everything worse.
"I got infested with Headticks once." He made sure his voice was light and breezy. "We were exploring this new part of the woods, and I had to be an idiot and roll around in this extremely soft grass. It smelled amazing, kind of sweet and tart, and I didn't even notice the ticks until the next morning. Padfoot is itchy a lot, so it wasn't until I turned back that I realized it was more than normal Padfoot stuff. My head swelled three sizes and turned this horrible shade of green. I had to tell the nurse that I had picked up the ticks on the Quidditch Pitch. I always thought that she was on to us. We were always showing up with mysterious injuries and afflictions after the Full. But she never said anything, bless her." He rubbed small circles on the back of Teddys hand as he talked, hyper aware of any cues that he should stop