If Genesis needs to hide his tears, then all of Angeal's is available for him to do so. He wouldn't dream of giving him any less, and Angeal presses his cheek against that fiery hair of his.

"The same way that we never confessed to Sephiroth for so long either," Angeal says, breath wet when he breathes out again. It nearly feels as though he's drowning, although he can't be too upset at that. Even with the way it dulls his nose.

"And most people who get to know us already think us married."