The silence that Sephiroth had given him was heavy. He said nothing to the effect and he wasn't about to push for conversation. Mogington floated with Spencer near the two men and stayed strictly with his moogle co-worker. With a change in subject, at least the two moogles had something to talk about.

"He thinks so too, kupo. She had kupo nuts in her feathers, and that's a friend in my book, kupo." Mogington happily nibbled on his gift from Demeter.

Angeal stayed close but not so close where Sephiroth would find his proximity suffocating. He knew he needed to apologize for what had happened but there were only so many apologies to give without it seeming flat or insincere. This was one of those moments. Instead, he focused on settling the matter not with words but with action. And if it meant his silence, then so be it. He missed his friend even if the other didn't seem willing to acknowledge his presence.

Demeter lowered her head as if she could feel the atmosphere change and became shy instantly with her head ducked under Angeal's arm. She wanted to know that Angeal wasn't upset at her or the silver-haired man close by wasn't upset with seeing her. With a soft stroke of her feathers, she gave a soft kweh and then moved toward Sephiroth to do the same.