How is it that Angeal manages to be so perfectly comforting? There's some layer of him that feels flustered for it. Not many can manage that. He knows why of course, but it's still a strange feeling.

"Thank you. I know you would not accept anything less." He also now knows how stubborn Angeal can be. Allow Angeal to take care of him. He's quiet for a few minutes, just enjoying the radiant warmth of the man carrying him, before an idle thought drifts in from the storm.

"Does anyone ever take care of you like this?"