Huaisang isn't initially aware of the hand, though he is aware of Hands staying close beside him. He's grateful for the proximity, taking comfort from it even if Hands is only protecting his new asset.

His body is relaxed at the touch, at Hands leaning in close to him, and he lifts his eyes, red-rimmed from tears, to watch Hands' expression with trust while he's given instructions. "I understand. Thank you." Huaisang hesitates only a moment, mind still alert enough to understand that this is part of the performance, that they already have their first audience, but that just means he needs to be genuine. He doesn't need to draw any attention or deflect any thoughts. Their proximity will contain all the implication they need.

Leaning up, Huaisang presses a soft kiss to Hands' cheek, then goes to trail meekly after the assistant.