Ron nearly flinched at the mention of him. He had slowly begun to learn and accept the usage of the name after years of hearing it come from Harry, but it still made Ron squirm on the inside uncomfortably every time he heard it. Knowing that there was a taboo on his name as well didn't make it much better. If they were back home right now, where Voldemort was filtering his way through the Ministry like the snake he was, Death Eaters would have been rushing them right on he spot. That was something that Ron had learned during his time on the outside at Bill's; one couldn't so much as utter You-Know-Who's name without being punished for it.
"An epilogue. Weird, that." Ron tapped his fingers against the edge of the counter again, doing his best to contain the anxious rush of feeling that had shoved it's way down his throat. "I dunno about you, but I don't exactly fancy hearing about my future in large doses. Having James and Rose come along was enough of a shock for me." He grinned weakly. "Then learning about 'Mione." It was confusing. That was where Ron was in relation to all the stuff that he was supposed to face or become. He was supposed to fight in a war that he had run away from, Ron was supposed to marry Hermione, he was supposed to have kids, he was supposed to actually survive this thing when Ron had been so certain that he'd be the one to fall. It didn't make any sense to him, yet it was all out there. The evidence in the books, the relatives that kept showing up here to rub it all in his face...
The thought of it all alone was more than enough to give poor Ron a headache.
"You could've ended up with a Malfoy," Ron pointed out, looking more than sheepish on his part. "Then you'd really be in trouble. I don't think you'd be able to deal with the constant load of attention their lot require."