"No, we don't. You have McKinnon; you have friends that mean something. They might not be family per se, but you have other people, and that's good. You should." He remembered all of his friends at the reserve; the had been like a second family to him as well, but that had been decades ago and he didn't even know where they were now.
"I would never ask you to give up your job," he said, "neither would McKinnon. She might be many things, but not stupid, and she knows you too well. You'd be miserable."
He frowned. "We tell them about legal options? What are we fifteen? Still at Hogwarts? This isn't how it works, Alastor. It's hard enough even with a marriage. You know all that bull about a brand new world? Let me tell you something, not on a reserve. Women aren't accepted, men don't get involved with each other, and you don't fuck the boss; and your answer is to play the legal card, really? And what happens when the laws get changed and we can get married? We says 'oh, we changed our mind', and then I'll be left with nothing."