Theodore nodded in return. With nearly ten years on Hugh, and within archaic wizarding society, as well, it was an invitation to mockery at best. Nevermind that old British boarding school tradition - for lack of more proper terms, you didn't fall in love with your bedmates. "It's good you had a supportive environment to express yourself," he said. "For us, the late nineties, it wasn't always easy. But then we started traveling, and it really didn't matter. We had a ceremony in 2001, and then we were 'officially' married in Masschusetts more or less as soon as it was legalized."
"It's good that your mother was - and is - there for you, still," he added. "I have to admit I've sometimes wondered how I might have turned out, if my mother had been around. Or what might have been different. You can't go back and replay that some thirty years later, of course - too much has happened in my life by this point that I wouldn't want things to be different. But I would've liked to have had her around, had her at my wedding, things like that." That was such an old pain it didn't really register as such anymore. More just...regret.
Theodore actually blushed a little. "Ah, I was appropriately flustered. I'm not even sure how I responded; I might have even blacked out for a moment," he said with a laugh. "I like to pretend that fanfiction is a thing that doesn't exist," he added knowingly. Elaine had shared. The wizarding community itself didn't have internet, of course, but plenty of wizards had that access, lived in the muggle world, of course. They both, generally, had a laugh about it, and also admired some of the more safe-for-work art. He was always impressed by that, the care people put into expanding what he thought of as his modest little novels.