For a moment they stood awkwardly over the grave.
He turned to Cynthia, awkwardly shifting him around so she could take him.
Can I see him? asked Pierre, awkwardly as usual, but unabashed.
They stood on the porch, awkwardly staring off into the cold night.
Pierre had come just at dinnertime and was sitting awkwardly in the middle of the drawing room on the first chair he had come across, blocking the way for everyone.