His expression became harsh, and he crossed his arms. "Damnit Poppy.. What if I was a few seconds to late? You could have *squee!*ing died, Poppy. Don't you understand that?"
She paused, looking back at him with wide eyes, his harsh tone of voice unfamiliar to her. She closed the door slowly, taking a small step back from him.
He pinched the bridge of his nose. "An d what would I have done without you, huh? What would I have done? I shouldn't have to worry about that as much as I do.."
"I wouldn't..." Her voice caught in her throat and she cleared it before continuing. "I wouldn't have died."
She met his gaze, her eyes wide but clouded, with concern or fear staining the warmth that generally resided there. She watched him for a moment before looking down at the ground, not saying anything.
"Then please don't be mad," she said tremulously, lifting her head to show that her eyes were misty with tears.
