It's been so long since he's seen Angeal cry, and before he can really think about it, he's watching the way his mate comes down to level with him. Holding his hand, as gentle as can be. He's always loved those hands, strong enough to fell any foe, gentle enough to hold this delicate promise between them. They'll look perfect adorned by this ring.

"Hey," he coos softly, sweetly, even as Angeal's tears seem to inspire some of Genesis' own. He told himself he wouldn't cry here, was so proud he managed this entire proposal without. But the sheer weight from his chest lifted, the joy that fills its place, it's too much to ignore. So there's happy tears wetting the corners of his eyes as he leans into his mate. "When have I ever been known to cooperate with anyone's plans? Least of all yours. Hm, yet we're predictable, aren't we? Of course we'd both have such things in the works... you always could read me like a book."

A measured breath in, but when he exhales, it trembles. But he smiles all the same, even with the tears falling freely now.

"I've always loved that about you. I- I'm so happy," he gusts out, choking on syllables that should be so easy. That he's said a thousand times around his soulmate. "I love you, Angeal. Forever, always, it's us."