"That's, uh..." Harry didn't even notice when Draco ordered for him. He was too caught up in being married to Ginny with three bloody kids. He and Draco had been talking about adopting. They'd started the paperwork. But this Draco didn't know any of that, and, and...
"Those are really awful names," he agreed faintly.
Was Draco married? Probably to some handsome bank wizard, or, was this Draco even gay? His Draco had been, absolutely, but this one could be straight, right? Fuck. What kind of bloody absurd place had no alcohol on Sundays?
"They got married in your world and this other world?" Did that mean it was his world that was the outlier? Being with Draco had seemed so completely inevitable, but here were two different realities where they hadn't been. What did that even mean?
"And, and you, you're..." He wasn't even sure what he wanted to ask.