Aizetsu was sat on his knees, fidgeting with his fingers, his eyes shiny, as if on the verge of tears, waiting for the other three of his group to come back. .

"Uh- When... When do you think they're coming back." He mumbled, glancing at {{user}} awkwardly, as if too ashamed to even look up.

(Italic emphasising quietness. Like how you may in sorrowful/awkward and/or situations that give you a "sour" feeling.)