Honestly? It makes as much sense as it is going to ever make.

Which is seriously not much whatsoever. Cloud's brow knits as he stares intently at Angeal, focus in those glowing blues. Tifa...Aerith... And Red? Angeal has a husband? They got attached to Red?

Well, look at him, making friends. Attached means that, right? Has to. Good on Red.

Cloud's voice grows a bit softer. "...You took good care of them, right?"