[She hums softly, scooting closer to him until their shoulders are brushing.]

Now that part was a straight up lie. I've never minded if you nap around me. I like that you feel comfortable enough around me to do it. [A playful smile.] And if I ever need your attention I'd just pinch you awake.

[The smile slips as she looks down at her hands again, going back to piecing together words to explain her side of their story. Minako has never tried to articulate it in her head before. Oh, there's the general labels for her emotions, of course. Loneliness, frustration, sadness. But back then she'd drowned in them, accepting them as unavoidable, too enormous to put in words. For Minato, she'll try.]

I'm not good with... [She swallows and starts again.] You can probably guess by now that I like being around other people. But all that moving around made things feel so hopeless. All of my effort undone after half a year, again and again, and nobody...nobody wanted me. [She clenches her fists.] So I faked the friendliness. Kept smiling, and hung out with people just enough to be satisfied, but cut myself off from getting too attached. And then when I'd eventually have to move away, it would hurt less.