While he hadn't hardly expected open arms, he still drew back at her anger. Stan didn't get why blokes in his face made him shove back, but a tiny girl like Megan just made him defensive and guilty.
Shuffling his feet slightly, Stan held out the bug in his curled fingers. "I was thinking. The other day. After, you know, the Great Hall. I guess I figured you'd... I figure I couldn't keep it." He couldn't look at her for long straight on, not when she was looking at him like the scum from the bottom of the cauldron.