"...Good." Cloud's shoulders relax a bit. At least he can know, wherever any of those three ended up, they had someone around who had their back. Even better for Red, someone who cared about him.

He cannot help but roll his eyes at the command to think straight- the hell is that about? He's thinking just fine, thank you very much, Angeal.

Really. He swears he is.

"You really wanna campaign for me to just settle in here, huh." This is Cloud's way of conceding that yes, perhaps he feels a touch less nervous about his friends now. Angeal isn't wrong- every single one of them can hold their own, no less in a group with one another. "Next you're going to give me some canned friendship speech or something. Save that one."