It's such a small thing. It shouldn't even matter, really, J taking a step closer, and certainly not to the extent it does. Back when they'd first gotten here, those first few days during which they were still finding their footing with each other again, S would have understood it, the wave of relief in one simple movement, the way it nearly makes his composure give way. Now, though, there's not really any good reason for it. It happens anyway, his breath leaving him on a rush, his hand reaching out to squeeze J's for a moment before he lets go again. He doesn't really want to, but he does need to deal with the fact that they aren't the only people in the store. Once they are, it still won't be an ideal place to talk through whatever is going on, but at least they'll have privacy. It's the best he can do in this situation. At least it's something he can do at all.

"She might," he answers, pulling a face even as he takes his phone out of his pocket to start composing a text message. He tries to choose his words carefully, not wanting to let onto the fact that there's something wrong and risk her asking questions, but wanting to make sure she actually does leave. "But she'll probably just go out the back way. I'm telling her I'll take care of everything up here."

Glancing up from his phone as the message sends, he swallows hard, his expression worried but a touch hopeful. "Either way, she'll be gone soon. And we can talk."