[Let him have a moment because thinking you might be about to say it is totally different than actually hear it.] [Moves closer and reaches to grab his hand, a little unsure of how to respond, aside from smiling and be happy and try to help you with your embarassament.]
...Look, I'm sorry I worried you. And that I got mad at you for it. [Pauses for a moment.] I... feel the same way about you, too. Even if I still think you're an idiot.