[A wave of annoyance hot enough to match Angela's rockets through Minako. She purses her lips tightly together to stem it, but months of jealousy rise to the fore, and it becomes unstoppable.]

I never said you were a fragile flower. When I said I was deciding how to talk to you, I was referring to how I wanted to present myself to you, not to how you appear to me.

[Her grip on her hands goes white knuckled, but her voice continues on, steady and steadfast, and despite the burn in them, her eyes don't betray her yet.]

Because I'll be completely honest with you, okay? You intimidate me. Have from the very beginning. You're my brother's best friend. Of course I want to put my best foot forward and not make a complete ass of myself in front of you. Whenever I talk with you, I always have to contend with my own self-consciousness and doubt about myself and my relationship with him. So-- I get it. You're fine. We can be friends and I won't push about what you're going through. I've had memories of you, too, and I was hoping I could talk to you about them. But if you need space, if you don't want to talk about it, then I can give you that. I'm not here to argue with you about what kind of person you are, Angela. I want to learn.