Neville felt very much now like he was intruding. If it had been anyone else - his own mother, even - he would have protested, but it was Ginny's mum. There was almost no one else in the world he wanted to like him. So far he obviously wasn't doing a very good job. The yelling was starting to make his head spin and his fingers heat up until he had to take a deep breath. No one would thank him if he set the Burrow kitchen on fire.
"You wouldn't lose her!" he protested. "It's not like we'd be moving to Cuba." He took another deep breath. "And I don't take of her," he said, flatly. "We take care of each other."