Mizuki doesn't look for words to speak in the time that they return to fetch more groceries, silently stretching her limbs while her legs carry her back. Hinata tries to keep his eyes forward and not on her, well-aware it's only making it more difficult for him to ignore her.
"Can I hold your hand?" he lowers his head and whispers in her ear, not daring to observe her change in expression. Mizuki, sheepish, lowers her head and nods once, which Hinata catches from the corner of his eye.
Snaking his arm down, he tightly clasps her hand in his, determined to not let go. "I know you're sad but I'm sure you can drop by the shop every day in between our work," he reassures, lowering his voice in hopes of making it sound more soothing.
