He pressed his knee against the mattress to balance himself which was a sight that should anyone walk in would think something else entirely. Her pathetic, kitten-like slaps told him that she wasn't at her best but that was mostly from the illness taking its toll than her not wanting to hurt him.

"Give me..." Angeal huffed and groaned through the struggle that Genesis was giving him. "I can't help you if you won't let me."

Angeal thought to yank the pillow from her grip but then that would mean risking the destruction of a perfectly good pillow and he certainly didn't want to clean up chocobo fluff down feathers either.