The curls were coming back, the color returning. The more Sirius made him laugh, the better it felt. He didn't feel like his skin was going to crawl right off his bones. Teddy settled in closer, resting his forehead against Sirius's. It put them close but maybe the younger man would believe he was starting to feel better. "I like to call it 'polite rebellion.' That's why I'm a baker."
He honestly didn't know what was going to make him happy in this new world. And he didn't want to obsessively follow Remus around like a barnacle but maybe it would be alright. "I'll ask. What can I do to make things up to you for all of this?"