Angela held her hand up to him. "Hey, calm your tits for a minute. Rationally, do you think he's going to sit there and tell me his brother hates mine?" she asked him pointedly. Though, at this point, she was pretty sure there was a chance Ainsley would wet his pants with anxiety if she didn't do something. At the very least, she could ask Nick about his brother and touch base with him that way. She had no intention of just going, 'Hey, dude, my bro thinks your bro hates his guts. What of that?'. Even still, she brought up Facebook on her laptop and sent Nick a private message.

"You do so! You've got a great big crush on him. You wouldn't be worrying about all this so much if he was just another dude you wanted to be friends with." She did know Nick was a beautiful guy. Hot as fuck, but also a sweetheart. Plus fluent in multiple languages and could probably cause many people to come in their pants listening to him talk. She remembered sitting in on an investigation of a murder where Nick stood there and simultaneously conversed with both an Italian woman and a French guy. It wasn't a huge surprise to hear that his little brother was a nice guy too. "You know there's a very, very slim chance the reason he took a day off school was just because he hates you, right?"