He's what? Cloud has to shake his head lightly to chase away any mental images of that lovely, completely necessary detail from Angeal regarding Sephiroth and Genesis. Great. Now he gets to be haunted by the thought of all of them kissing. There's no way Angeal doesn't know what the hell he is doing. Asshole. "Great to know that, really important detail." The blond huffs and rolls his eyes.

But then Angeal is explaining things about romance, and other models of romance, and it is enough to make Cloud wrinkle his nose. Romance talk at all tends to do that to him. There's something buried, obscured in the tangles of his mind that lights up and begs to be seen, known and understood. Like a memory that sits just out of reach, of someone or something very important.

Whatever. He's fine. Multiple lovers? "Good for you, I guess," Cloud says, his gaze becoming just a touch distant as he grapples with the nagging presence of that obscured memory, and the feeling of empty loneliness that always ensues. Why is it always when the talk is about love? What the hell is he forgetting? Or who?

"Just not something I think about. Sure as hell wasn't a thing in Midgar. Fair enough, though, you proved you can work metal. You going to try to drag me back to that noisy mess now? We're pretty far out. I can watch after my damn self."

Plus, it isn't Angeal's business to worry about him anyway. Or anyone in this weird place's.