It took her a moment to realise how he’d heard what she said. “Oh — I, um … no, I won’t get mad. I might … other things, but I won’t get mad.” She held very still, as if he was a wild animal that might flee at sudden motion.
“…Other things?” He stated helplessly, clearly…
She didn’t try to clarify, just concentrated on keeping her heart from beating out of her chest with his nerves. She hoped she didn’t go into him; that would be awkward and hard to explain. One day, she vowed in the back of her mind, she would learn to control that too. She closed her fingers over his and squeezed gently. “That helps.”