Well, with that little sound, Teddy decided to keep going. His fingertips pressed lightly against Sirius's scalp, following pointed lines, and making sure to keep his hair back out of his face. One reddish curl returned. Teddy didn't notice.
"And it is but I've never had anyone to tell me anything about it, you know? I've had to figure everything out on my own," even when wizarding Britain had been full of life, he couldn't totally recall meeting another person like him.
He chuckled softly, "That's not easy but I think you'll manage just fine." Teddy ducked his gaze, shaking his head as well as he could from a laying position, "I just... don't want to end up in the MLE." He could do it, could pass the tests, could've been an Auror if he wanted to. It was practically a duty now, wasn't it? Being the last of the metamorphmagi in the UK.