The walk falls quiet, and Byleth's mind tries to organize his thoughts. By the time they reach the house, and he's deposited gently on the couch, he feels exhausted. The idea of food right now is actually...unappealing. But he knows he should eat, so he will. Angeal has the right of it. He poses no argument other than a soft;

"Thank you."

It feels good to sink into something soft. He feels an apology rising in his chest, but knowing what he now knows of Angeal, it will be rebuffed. Instead, he waits patiently until Angeal emerges again to ask him a question.

"Will you stay with me? Just for a while?"