Harry hadn't even really had the slightest amount of time to think about his relationship with Ginny. Or really any relationships. He'd very recently only understood that if he was to save their world it meant he would have to die to do it. Now there was another war. His mind was fairly preoccupied. About ready to explode really. At least he didn't seem to have to worry about Vodemort being in this world at the very same time as all the other bad things. Tiny sliver of light on a cloudy ass day.
Peering just slightly around a wall to see if his mob had dispersed, he let out a soft sigh of relief noticing they seemed to be at a loss as to where he'd vanished to. He had the Sword of Gryffindor with him also, it wasn't exactly the easiest thing to hide. Though most of them probably thought it was just a prop according to the fictional thing Ginny had shown him. He gripped it in his hand and leaned back against the brick wall again.
He was accustomed to people knowing his name before he knew theirs, that was nothing new. People in the wizarding world shook his hand all the time, but generally they were used to him by now. These fans were intense. The crowding was a bit much when he was trying to process the bombshell that was just put in his lap. He knew it wasn't a good idea to move until Ginny showed, or he might not know where to find her again depending on the crowding.
So he waited and caught his breath. Tried not to mull things over too much in his mind, but it was nearly impossible. One war to another without a single break. Overwhelmed was an understatement.
Finally Ginny's voice broke his internalizing. The stress on his face softened some and he hugged her back. "You too. Tried to wait inside and got mobbed." He offered a strained grin.