'No you weren't angry then,' he protested. 'You were scared to let yourself dream and struggled back because you were afraid. I know that now. I'm not talking about that fake anger. The kind of anger that makes you want to scream and your head will burst.' “I don’t know.” She looked confused. “I don’t think that I’ve ever allowed myself to get too angry with you,” she admitted, and he snorted, showing his disdain with a dismissive flick of his wrist. "Please, I can come up with a few things on the spot. Like the time when I told Skye that you enjoyed the occasional manicure with me. You...