If he would have fainted, then she would have owed Angela a picture of it. Not that she'd take a picture of him when he had fainted. She wasn't that bad. She knew that she'd scrambled him, and it was clear that he didn't really know what to think. When he said that he hadn't, she blushed faintly her own self. "I had thought about asking you that as well, but I chickened out. It seemed silly to ask if you had or hadn't and then ask your permission and then do it."
But maybe she should have, since clearly Gilbert liked things orderly. He liked facts, and maybe that would have helped him. She didn't know. Now that it was over, she felt a bit like hiding in the closet. And yes, she felt 16 years old again. "Oh well, I just.. you know, thought you should know how I felt, whichever way that it turns out. I didn't want you to not know. I almost died, it felt silly not to tell you."