He follows what he knows, what he can observe, and if an experienced SOLDIER was so reasonable and calm about this then his own fear and apprehension is out of place and unwarranted, the result of inexperience and ignorance. Angeal's apparent tranquility in spite of the turmoil beneath the surface he can't even guess at, is a benchmark to be reached; it's further evidence that his own unease is childish and if he didn't get his own reactions under control it would be embarrassing at best. There's a standard, and he's not meeting it.
He pauses momentarily, the suggestion of the basement considered for a few seconds before he nods. That was better. Fewer chances of someone turning up. Sensible, reasonable, and apparently beyond his ability to think of himself. There's a reason the labs were always freezing, after all. Towels were probably better than blankets, but wouldn't be as comforting, and maybe that's important too.
When the perfect reasonability of a cold location out of everyone's way gets the addendum of something like worrying over whether or not the memory would tarnish where he sleeps, Sephiroth pauses again, glancing back, brow furrowed. "..I don't see why that matters." Except it did, and it's a distraction to seize upon. "..I will find a towel or two."
And maybe a blanket. It won't take him long, he keeps things scrupulously organized.
Something's amiss, that he can't quite get his teeth around while his heartbeat is a rapid staccato in his own ears, but focusing on that instead of his own situation is at least something to try to force a similar calm into place.
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He pauses momentarily, the suggestion of the basement considered for a few seconds before he nods. That was better. Fewer chances of someone turning up. Sensible, reasonable, and apparently beyond his ability to think of himself. There's a reason the labs were always freezing, after all. Towels were probably better than blankets, but wouldn't be as comforting, and maybe that's important too.
When the perfect reasonability of a cold location out of everyone's way gets the addendum of something like worrying over whether or not the memory would tarnish where he sleeps, Sephiroth pauses again, glancing back, brow furrowed. "..I don't see why that matters." Except it did, and it's a distraction to seize upon. "..I will find a towel or two."
And maybe a blanket. It won't take him long, he keeps things scrupulously organized.
Something's amiss, that he can't quite get his teeth around while his heartbeat is a rapid staccato in his own ears, but focusing on that instead of his own situation is at least something to try to force a similar calm into place.