Wha- [When did she get that idea? Before he can say anything, his hand sets down the mug quickly - spilling a little of the cocoa onto the blanket in the process - and shoots over to rest on hers before she had finished retreating.]
I'd never think that. [His expression was a little hurt that she would get that impression. Reflex almost causes him to pull his hand away, but he just presses a little harder to compensate. He's not even thinking about the distance, anymore. She cannot think of him as some kind of fearful, intolerant person.] I'm not like that.