Hold his hand like you'd with an upset toddler? His face flares up bright red merely picturing it; his rebuttal is much quieter and less forceful than before. "No."

He spends the rest of the time cringing. It's easier to deal with bruises and cuts, in Shinjirou's opinion. Just sweetly holding hands in public ... his palms are sweaty and uncomfortably hot thanks to just the threat of it. Wiping it off on his pants, he silently prays this will be over soon.