Sakura is unsure if it's just a twist of fate or the machination of well meaning meddlesome friends. She's not really avoiding interactions involving only the two of them; their lives have just taken a more parallel course now.
(She thinks she saw a glimmer of sadness in Hinata's eyes for their situation to be an accident.)
Their conversation doesn't flag for a minute, full of significant matters yet oddly impersonal.
There's no space for complacency or sentimentality for history makers, Sakura consoles herself as she prepares for bed.
