Oh, if that's-- [Fugo moves as if he wants to gesture, before thinking twice of it and rubs his knuckles nervously instead.] It's all in that drawer and there's nothing else in it. So you can just take that, if you'd like.

[That would be easier, he thinks, then taking it all out armful by armful back to Giorno's room. He shifts in place, restless and unsure and growing a little more worried as the conversation unfolds, before further clarifying.]

When you weren't feeling well. [He quickly adds:] But it was just a thought. I have a lot of those. Probably too many.