"Stop trying to distract me." Angel replied, her lips sinking even deeper into a pout. "It's not my fault you're sad, you're the one doing it." She sighed and tilted her head to one side, observing Marijuana with the same wide eyes, eyelashes quivering slightly. Her shoulders drooped. "Oh, big brother." She continued in a regretful tone, and pulled him into a hug. "I'm mad, but you mean it, and if you love him, then it's okay." She kissed his temple, then pulled away slightly, smiling sadly. "It's okay, Marijuana, I still love you, it can be different, I don't mind." She did mind, but she didn't have the energy to get into a fight with Marijuana, they were too closely bound, it would be like fighting herself.