"Only you would see it as doing the right thing. A lot of people disagree with that. And isn't being a hero just doing the right thing even when it's hard?" He smiled fondly at Potter. He never gave himself enough credit.
"This may come as a shock, but I actually like you. Alcohol and workohol and all. And you can't even say it's because I don't know you, because I've gotten a pretty good glimpse these last few months and it hasn't changed my mind." He felt himself relaxing, because he hadn't scared Harry away again. They were talking about it. If his younger self could only see him now...
"I wasn't exactly coping with life before coming here," he said matter of factly. It was true, after all. "I just sort of, existed. I don't know what happens in the future, but if you were married and it would make my mother happy and Astoria happy and fulfill some birth mandate without messing with muggle stuff..." he shrugged. "Why not. But I'm glad I don't have to do it again either. Can you even imagine sleeping with a woman?" He made an exaggerated grossed out face, then laugh. "Oh wait, you can."