Grave, and yet Angeal is laughing. In fact, Genesis is laughing too. Against his shoulder as he's suddenly spun, and lands back on his heels with a little bounce to his step. One that makes it only natural to come right back into line with his mate and his ridiculous drawling.

"The most helpful man that ever was," Genesis crows, rolling his eyes. Really, though, there's no complaint. Sneaking out through the window of a second story house was not exactly the easiest thing to do in a town where everyone knew you as the fancy kid that lived on the big hill. People would have loved to tattle, so having the diplomatic excuse to have his dearest friend simply walk him out the front door was nice. Even if he knows damn well Angeal would have climbed right up to help him to the ground.

"But she never did!" He parrots, like they toast to a hard won childhood victory. "And are they really accusations, when we both know you'd have found the will and the way to do it regardless? The truth is the truth, you wonderful, awful man."