[Shouta very deliberately does not acknowledge that pleased grin, or the strange warmth that it sparks that feels oddly normal and at the same time at odds with what it usually sparks. Instead, he checks his pockets to ensure he's got his own necessary items, keys and wallet and phone, and follows Hizashi to the door.]

Not a big deal. It takes as long as it takes. Like I said, I didn't have any plans for the day. What are you thinking for dinner?