The attempt at humor does its work. He smiles a bit despite himself; it does sound pretty ridiculous, honestly.

"It's a lot to take in."

He's lucky he had Aerith here to help him with the transition.

Looking up, his eyes widen with surprise when Cloud come hurtling down to greet them. How did he know?

He's about to ask, but Cloud cuts him off with the explanation...which does beg a few questions (he talked to Sephiroth?). Brushing aside other concerns, he flashes another smile, relieved and thankful to see the Materia. He ran out of the mansion too fast to grab any of his.

"Thanks, man." He takes the small orb and watches it shine. "This should help."

A Cure spell should at the very least give Angeal a partial pick-me-up.