Her posture didn't go unnoticed. One didn't spend as much time on the outside looking in as Remus had and not learn a lot about watching people. There was something protective in the way she say, as if she were trying to block him out, block out the things he might be trying to tell her. And he didn't blame her. Because little about the last six months had gone well. He was genuinely afraid of her reactions. But what could she do, break up with him? Been there, done that, still technically was in his timeline at least.
He'd simply have to shake how incredible it had felt to hold her again. He'd managed once. It would be possible again. It just wouldn't be easy, was all.
"Do you want to know, Dora?" he asked softly, the nickname slipping from his lips as easily as if he'd never stopped, never switched back to the more impersonal use of her surname as most others did. "I can keep it to myself. You can wait and find out. Whether here or wait till you get home, if we ever return, however you want. And of course," he added with a wry smile, "I don't know what happens between my time and Ron's, or even Harry's. But I can keep what I do know to myself. If you'd prefer."
Though he hated being dishonest with her. And he wasn't fond of acting like nothing had changed between them when, for a time at least, everything had.