"I work at the Ministry, but thankfully we can make our own hours dependent upon the projects we have going on." He yawned and then ran a hand through his hair to try to get in some sort of order. "You should have set your sights on Bill. He's the least objectionable Gryffindor I can think of. Shame he married Fleur." He honestly didn't see the appeal there. "And if you ever tell anyone I said that I will curse you. I'm going to blame this all on the early hour."
He moved into a fully upright position, and to the side so there would be room for Draco to lay next to him if he wanted. "He was never my Potter, no matter which universe I come from," he said, though he understood what Draco was saying. And then his poor sleep-addled brain caught up with the rest of what Draco was saying. "Well. That's...a lot. Like. A lot a lot." He turned so he could fully see Draco's face, trying to read his emotions and how he was dealing with this all.
"I...don't know, Draco. But...you weren't married, and he wasn't married to you." He thought it was important to remind Draco of that. "Different worlds, remember? So whatever happens next, you're not...responsible for that Draco or this Potter's feelings." And he tucked away from the knowledge that this Potter let Draco get killed, which only strengthened his belief that no Potters could be trusted.