This kind of painful, passionate earnestness... It stings just a little bit with who it reminds him of. In more than one way, and maybe worse than the headache, too. Angeal waits for him to calm down a bit, or at least stop talking, before he lets out a sigh.

"Your friend and me... Our situations might be a bit different. But..." He rubs a hand against his face, fingers pressing down against the bridge of his nose for a second before sliding away.

"...I'll keep it in mind." It feels kind of strange to say 'thank you' in a situation like this, especially with his own complicated feelings about it all. "So. What did you see, exactly?" He may as well get a clearer idea of just what's going on, and how ashamed he should be feeling.