[ okay, she can't look at this anymore. minako closes the distance she'd placed between herself and makoto, resting her hands on her shoulders. ]

Makoto-chan, you don't have to show me this if you don't want to. I'm not going to judge or anything, I lost my parents too, just-- [ she squeezes, looking down. what the room is showing is so intensely personal. ]

Try to think of something else, or just--take the thing off?