He shook his head, being the stubborn man he was because he didn't want to talk about his parents. It was just going to put him in a bad mood, or a worse mood because the bad mood was slowly creeping up on him. This stunk, he thought to himself. He hated having heart to hearts about himself. ANy day he would gladly make people tell him what was wrong with them, and he would answer back honestly, but not now. Not ever when it came to his family, really. The only person he could never be mad at was his grandmother. Even his grandfather had been selfish and gotten himself killed, well, in his opinion anyway.
"Nothing to talk about," he said at once and tried to smile. Teddy could remember what Victoire's wolf had gone through. Constantly being dragged around and needing to be patched up like his own. "Let's get to the til and get back home."