He opened his mouth to protest...but then, well, he realized Cloud had a point. In his current condition, there was no way Angeal could make it all the way up to the eighth floor. Unless, of course, he carried him, but he doubted his friend would appreciate that much.

"...we can use one of the empty ones. It'll shift around when we go in." He looked at Angeal. "We can brave the stairs another day."

The mention of Aerith...gave him pause. He knew Aerith would be more than happy to lend her assistance, but he wasn't sure if Angeal would be receptive to her help or not.

"We can ask her."

Setting foot in the entrance hall finally, he steered them down one of the hallways towards and empty room...and glanced at Angeal, askance. He didn't know how the other would feel about Aerith coming to tend to his injuries.