"I don't know, but I'd definitely notice if Ron had a crush on me. At least I'd like to think so. Sure, it took some time for Ron to figure out that Hermione had a crush on him, but he got there eventually." He shook his head. "That doesn't work though. It might have applied to the Sirius I knew, but this Sirius didn't live to my father's death. We told him, but it's different. How do you feel about knowing that you and your parents died because of this curse? Sure, you might be sad, but it's not the same as living through it. Maybe I should let it go. It's not like it's going anywhere."
The food appeared on the little round table between them. Two plates of stew and bread. It was a far cry from their school days, but Harry took his plate, feeling his stomach growl at the smell. "Ron hugs me when it's important, like games and cases. I don't see why we should hug for no reason. That's be strange. The same applies to Hermione."
He grinned. "I've always been a challenge, no reason to change now." He snorted. "I don't care about my people and I'm not sure you those are. It probably wouldn't feel natural to be touched for no reason. You can hug me if we find the key."