Is that all, Minato had asked? And the response he got from Faith, instant and almost unbidden, was a sharp laugh, one perhaps not devoid of mirth but certainly devoid of any bubbliness. Boy, Faith thought, he really didn't have any idea what he was getting into right now, did he? Well... he wouldn't, she supposed. She'd been keeping it all really quiet up until now, after all. She sighed and deflated somewhat -- yeah, she still didn't think she was ready. She'd be a bawling mess if she tried to go through everything, and... she really didn't want to collapse into a bawling mess again. God knew she'd done it enough already.
Faith looked up at Minato, a sad and sheepish little "smile" on her face. "I... I'm sorry, Minato, but I'm not comfortable talking about it. This... well, even admitting this much was really hard on me, and I'm going to already be at my limit talking about it, I think. I don't think I could really take talking about anything else. But... it isn't a problem, is it? The harassment. It's just... the reason I admitted this is because I know I've snapped at you before, but there's a reason why I do. This kind of thing is hard for me, and it can..." Faith mentally revised her phrasing -- "it can feel like harassment" would way too harsh and she suspected Minato would take it very poorly. "I just have boundaries that are really easy to cross. I know it's not fair for you, but..." She shrugged, visibly somewhat miserably, and didn't continue.