Genesis voice speaks up again, clears away some of the haze wrapped tight around his mind, and Angeal finally remembers to breathe with a sudden sharp inhale. An answer. Right. He needs to give an answer. Even if - even if there are tears starting to slip down his face. When's the last time he cried?

It doesn't matter. He can't get lost down that rabbit hole right now. Instead, with trembling hands, he finally reaches out, his hands sliding around Genesis's own.

"Yeah," he whispers, voice too choked to sound smooth, to sound - put together. More tears, pouring down now, and Angeal closes his eyes. Closes his hands around Genesis's, a delicate cradle like he can maybe finally keep something safe as he raises it up to his forehead, knees slowly crumpling beneath him. Genesis's knuckles feel so warm, there. "Yeah."

And then a wet, wobbly laugh. "Dammit, Genesis... I thought I'd have more time to finish mine."