When he thinks about bar glasses clinking, and a floral smell mingling in with dumbapples, and a comfortable heat right there along his side his lap his home... Angeal's voice gets just as gentle and soft.

"Of course I did. With the people I care about, how could I do anything less?"

He lets that hang in the air a moment, filling the space with a kind weight, before he speaks up again, a little more casual and matter-of-fact. "Anyway, with people like that, do you think I had a choice? Think straight for once. I told you they can take care of themselves, and they wouldn't let someone like me change that anytime soon."