"You know," Angela stopped, thinking about her words. Just because she said things other people did not didn't mean that she didn't think about it before hand, "When they helped you, I'm sure they didn't do it out of any kind of expectation about a relationship. And choosing is going to be hard, but," She bit her lip and then exhaled, "One of the better things about being our age is that it isn't out of line to expect people to deal with things in a mature way. It hurts, but somebody in their 30s should be able to eventually handle being turned down. And if you truly don't want to choose, don't," Angela shrugged, "Remain friends. It's not like being friends is a horrible state, even if you do want to shag them silly."
She paused.
"Which one do you want to shag silly?"
Angela much preferred that topic of conversation to the more 'serious' one.
She curled her hands around her glass, "I hope you all be careful. Don't be reckless."
"I could always give you the memory, if you have a Pensieve. It could be my gift to you for missing all of your birthdays. Alternatively, I'll be lookout while you kick his arse." She couldn't much do anything if she saw somebody, of course, but it was the thought that counted.