[Oh boy. A little sliver of possessive delight rolls up the back of his neck, although Angeal keeps his expression mostly calm. Squall really can't just say things like that.]

Ha. If I knew that, then I would have said it more during your shifts before.

[But he really should focus on the serious things, and Angeal offers his hand to Squall.]

But speaking of the bakery, lets get you over there - for both a treat for Lucky, and to check your nose out. It looks like it hurts; I'm surprised it hasn't started bleeding yet.