Even as he walked down the street towards Albus's house, hands stuffed in his pockets and hair a limp brown, Teddy didn't exactly know what he was going to say. The past few days had opened a whole flood of things and Teddy had been too swept up in it all to think about how to go about making himself clear to Albus.
Or exactly what he was going to be clear about. He just knew they needed to talk. Because they did.
"Hey," Teddy said when he saw Albus sitting outside. He mustered a small smile and stopped in front of him.