Teddy nodded, "We thought he was going to die. So did the doctors." He looked sad at the memory, because even though Matt was alive, he was different now, he wasn't the same. Well, he was the same but he wasn't. It was hard to explain. Teddy supposed that was just what happened when someone got turned into a werewolf. It wasn't like they'd just be exactly who they were before the change.
He didn't comment when Craig said that Matt shouldn't worry. Maybe that was true, but it was what brothers did, wasn't it? And Teddy was well aware - perhaps too aware - of his own limitations even if some of those had been enhanced by the overprotectiveness of his parents.
"Okay, that'll be cool. I like drawing on stuff," he shared with a grin, helping out as best he could until he got distracted by the sight of the moon above them and overhead in the sky. It looked incredible. Down below them, it was possible to hear a chorus of howls, wolves lifting their voices to the sky. It made Teddy's skin prickle a little, wondering if Matt was howling too.
He shook his head, going back to arranging things as they were laid out on the page. "So how do we start this?"