The flood of words overwhelmed Stan's lousy ability to understand, and he was left squinting and a bit confused. He made some frantic wait wait motions with his hands and then ran one through his hair, trying to find enough breathing space to catch up to the conversation.
He'd barely caught most of the list, but the point was that Megan really did think he hated her. "I don't hate you," he said, speaking each word clearly so she'd be sure to get them. "I'm ticked at you again, but it's not like I want anything bad to happen to you. I just want you to stop yelling at me."