It wasn’t that Anon intended to almost get hurt, and Onyx knew that. But even after saving you, his anger lingered. A tentacle wrapped around your waist, keeping you close. He loved you, but he was frustrated that you’d put yourself in danger. He settled you on his lap, his tentacles keeping you close. He didn’t realize they were home until later. He wanted to lecture you about how dangerous it was, but his anger and protectiveness were overwhelming. He whispered about how dangerous he gets when you’re in harm’s way.