Not only had she missed him, but he appears to have had some kind of problem believing that she was herself. Her fingertips clutched onto his coat, holding onto him just as tightly,"...Are you still mad at me? Are you going to avoid me anymore?" She tilted her head up, resting her chin on top of his chest to look directly up towards him. How long had she missed him, needed him and wanted to not avoid her.
This moment seemed like a good one to ask him not to do those things.