[Something about the way Angeal looks at him makes Sephiroth's heart clamor about noisily in his chest, and he can't quite pinpoint what it is. He's not so foolish as to think Angeal could be looking at him adoringly, and yet--

He returns the other man's smile with one of his own before returning to his desk, opting to sit on the edge of it rather than in the chair. But... Angeal's implication of doing something rather final gives Sephiroth significant pause, the smile fading slowly. His assurance that everything is fine does nothing to keep Sephiroth's brows from knitting together in worry.]

Even if I didn't have time, I wouldn't know a moment of rest if I left myself to wonder what that means. [A beat.] Angeal, what happened?