Clam and Fish

Fish and Clam sat talking.
"It's cold in here," said Clam.
And Fish knew how to fix it! 

Fish ran to the thermostat and turned on the heat.  That would help Clam.  Fish returned to Clam, proud that Fish was able to help.

"It's not cold anymore," said Clam.  "Now it's hot."
And Fish knew how to fix it!

Fish ran and got a fan, plugged it in, pointed it at Clam, and turned it on.  That would help Clam, Fish thought.

"It's a little breezy," said Clam.  "My toupee is kinda flying off."
And Fish knew how to fix it!

Fish ran and got tape, the stickier the better, and neatly placed it on Clam's head, and then stuck Clam's toupee to the sticky tape.  Aha, though Fish.  This will fix Clam's problems.

Clam sat and thought.
Clam was glad to have a friend like Fish, seemingly dedicated to fixing Clam's life.
Clam also took stock of the silly, silly mess Clam was currently in.  Clam sat in a cold room, with the heater on, a fan blowing on Clam, and Clam's toupee strongly stuck to Clam's head with tape.
None of the things Clam had said were in need of fixing. 
Clam had enjoyed things the way they were, and Clam hadn't asked for anything to change in any way.
Fish had seen problems where there were no problems.
Clam was just talking, but Fish heard the words as complaints.  Which Clam had not intended.
And now Clam was confused about how to proceed.
Should Clam say something which will get "fixed" by Fish, even though it's fine the way it is?
Or should Claim say nothing, which still could be "fixed" by Fish, seeing everything as a complaint.
Clam looked at Fish.
Fish, eager to fix the things Clam complained about, looked back at Clam.
"Thank you for your kindness," Clam said to Fish.