Genesis knows exactly what to focus on, and it's Angeal.

It'd been hard to miss the explosion, what with his enhanced senses, and it being a fiery explosion. Genesis is practically magnetized to them. So, after doing one last circle around his orchard to make sure it is secure, he launches into the air on full, black wings, and wobbles through the sky towards the noise.

Flying he has decent experience with. Having to balance correctly with two wings makes it less than his usual grace. And landing? Well, that's a rough one. Especially because he's distracted gawking at the absolute girth of the golden dragon he finds at the center of the mess.

He knows it to be Angeal on instinct. It smells like him, feels like him, mutters annoyed swears like him. But he's rotund and Genesis stumbles into a landing beside him with a raucous call of laughter. The limping brain is entirely disregarded in favor of Genesis practically tapping his front feet in delight, seeing his mate's new form. His priorities have always been in order.

"Darling, you are looking positively round."