Even if it's childish, Angeal doesn't think it's a bad thing. If anything, it helps at least a little bit to keep his mind from spiraling too badly - a portion of that admittedly because indeed his big secret has slipped out. Just thinking about it makes his back itch. If he focuses on making sure Popp gets onto his feet, and making their way to some form of shelter... Then that blocks out his mind from getting stuck on it for too long.

Most of the IDs seem to have preferred staying near to town in some capacity, which is good luck for them in multiple ways. Mainly it means that Angeal knows for a fact that there is a place around he has access to out of the snow and relatively secure: Annie's Bakes.

Of course, he does a quick sweep of the building, but it's just as secure as he made sure it was before letting himself go out on patrol. Nothing having slipped in.

With that done, he finds a wooden chair for Popp to settle down into. "I can get something warm for you to drink, if you like," he says, the warmth from a Golden's breath already starting to fill up the space. "And, about what you saw..." A particularly heavy puff of air, nearly solid from the chill that's sunken into the building from the blizzard.

"...Listen. That was some years ago. Okay?" Does that mean he's gotten over those issues? Don't worry about that.