"He did. And I told him exactly that. I said if I knew you at all then I knew you would never, ever want him to hurt the way you do. I don't know why he'd even have that thought, but there's no way future you was disappointed either. Absolutely none."
He stuffed his free hand in his pocket.
"My parents are pieces of shit, but at least I know them. I can definitively say what they're disappointed in me for, and how they feel about me. It's it's own kind of Hell, not knowing. Hearing stories about heros and things. I mean, it must be, right? So I think it's a lot for you both. He just got here, and I saw the way he just kind of, shut some things down. Inside. I've seen that from you too. So I think you're both going to need time, and work, to figure this all out. I'm safe, really, because while he knew who I was it wasn't like he'd spent his whole life fantasizing about what it would be like to meet me. So, I can be your puppy buffer, if you need one. Or if he needs one. I just really want you to be happy Moony, whatever that looks like." He leaned over so their shoulders pressed together as they walked. "Him too. I like him. He feels like a Marauder, doesn't he?"