Yes, Rabastan was definitely standing by the fact that his mind had gone down the wedding route. They had moved in together. That was, as he understood it, usually some sort of test run for the real kind of commitment.
"Giving up the bachelor pad," he said, shaking his head sadly. It really was such a shame, in a way, watching his friends go down that road. "Giving up everything about the bachelor lifestyle, too? Guess I won't be introducing you to my lonely friend in Barcelona when I go back, then."
It was hardly the least of his worries, but he and Barty had had quite a nice agreement where politics were concerned. Barty liked getting laid, and Rabastan liked to get all of his friends laid, especially his political friends, and especially when they'd just had to swallow some difficult news. He'd introduced Barty to quite a few of his powerful friends who were interested in men - though obviously the men, of course.
He was hardly without resources for that sort of thing without Barty on the Quidditch pitch, so to speak, but he would have to work a bit harder. Not everyone enjoyed being introduced to his friends as much - or as often - as Barty had.