No, Remus. He wasn't running away from you. Tempted, but it wouldn't happen. And really, he shouldn't have thought that he would... Remus knew what sort of regard Harry held him in, even if he had put Sirius before him. But that had to have been expected, back then. Harry had been thirteen years old and with Sirius Black came a fresh set of memories of his parents - his father's best friend. He'd been through so much, and he'd taken to Harry so quickly because of his memories of James that the energy there had been hard to deny. And while the relationship between Harry and Remus hadn't changed because of Sirius, it had been put on pause, as the war started up again and Remus left Hogwarts. But despite all of that, Remus should have known that Harry, nervous and anxious and paranoid as he may be, wouldn't run away from his former Professor.
Not yet, at least.
"I think being here says enough about how I am." It was good that he didn't reach out to touch him because Remus really had no idea how Harry might react to that... and really, neither did Harry. Ginny hadn't tried to touch him when he'd run into her, which was very good, and Remus hadn't even offered his hand out - something that Harry didn't mind at all. He didn't want to make it more awkward than it already was. He would, however, reach up with a hand and grip the back of that hood, tugging it off of his head so it settled on the back of his neck, crumpling up there. No scar. Hair much shorter than it should be, he didn't look natural at all like that.