Remus' smile was slow, but it appeared just the same. So many reasons to love this boy, and he'd likely never even know it. "Not just stand, Harry, as I'm sure you know. I rather meant talking. That does require a bit more of an invitation than just standing in the same space."
Of course, the rumours had flown about Harry's temperament as of late. But Remus didn't hold rumours against him. After all, he'd survived the rumours of the Chosen One and worse. Public rumours, slander, libel... And yet, Remus had never once taken any of them at more than face value. He'd see for himself, thanks. No journalist knew Harry better than his own friends did, and no therapist had a right to spread word, either.
"What might I have heard, I wonder? That would've led me to be so cautious? Personally, I was just attempting to be polite." Though his words might've sounded scolding, the older man's smile remained firmly in place. A bit of light teasing, Harry, that was all. No, the only time the once-professor would scold Harry Potter was if he saw him putting himself in danger.
Which he might still catch him doing. What with being in this place and all. But that? Remained to be seen.