One would be forgiven for thinking that the response of stillness is simply an after effect of the ID psionic backlash. However, as Cloud jogs over, Angeal responds fairly quickly with a light smack at his arm. At this point, he's nearly used to the bullshit after affects - maybe a little faster than normal because of what he is. However, the exact specifics of what was in the blast...

Still without saying anything, he guides his hand back to pinch the bridge of his nose, eyes squinted shut. There... was a lot to take in, with that memory. Dizzying in a way that he's rarely ever felt.

The static-like mako effect. The reverb of hearing Cloud's voice, his voice in that moment. And...

A ping of loss and wistfulness. He knew those mannerisms. He'd know them anywhere. And that's how he knows for a damn fact that they're nothing like Cloud would be in a million years.

"You don't do squats," he mutters, brain still hurting a little bit as he mutters into his palm.