AIM = FAIL
Fred sighed against her hair in a way that almost turned into a soft hiss, but he'd planned for this, damn it. He had a plan! He had to bite his tongue, literally, until he remembered what it was. Then he let her go, his smile a little tired.
"We need to talk, aye? I don't want this to happen again. This fighting and then you running off. So we've got to talk about it... and I've got to apologize right off and say I'll keep my mouth shut, yeah?" at least until she came to her senses.