"I'm not... angry." Hands ran through her hair, scratching as she tried to figure out exactly what she did think and feel. "I'm more freaked because I could have hurt you over something I wouldn't have cared about one way or another in the morning."

Leaning forward, she gave him a quick kiss. "I like the flowers. Friends give each other flowers. A ring or lingerie or a candle-lit evening with rose petals in the tub would be a little odd. Flowers are flowers. FYI."