Teddy forced himself into a space of normalcy. Okay, maybe he overextended that particular definition because he had tucked himself in close to Sirius - probably too close for his own comfort currently but he needed to pretend. Fake it until you make it was a very real thing, he was sure. He listened in silence, closing his eyes as Sirius's voice ghosted over him. It was soothing - much like Remus telling him stories about the farm had been soothing.
"I have so many questions," he arched an eyebrow slightly, "Starting with why is Padfoot itchy? Is it fleas? Do you have fleas? Are you putting fleas in my bed right now?" Alright, that was mostly the same question repeated in increasing anxiety. "I hate the full moon," he confessed under his breath, "It's always made me nervous - like an eye staring down at me, accusing me of something."