"We missed you too, Genesis," Sephiroth murmurs, as though it's not obvious by the way the two of them are wrapped around him. At that soothing purr from Genesis, he starts reflexively making a low sound in his own throat, borderline subaudible. More rumble than purr, but close.

At Angeal's suggestion, Sephiroth looks around, but it's a somewhat half-hearted inspection of their surroundings. It's not that it's a bad suggestion by any means; it's just that Sephiroth finds the idea of potentially letting go of Genesis in order to move to be exceptionally unwelcome right now. When he doesn't immediately spot a place nearby to sit, he looks back to Angeal questioningly.