He stood up. Sitting wasn't doing it for him anymore, here, and he had to be on his feet for a bit, maybe pacing. Moving around, because moving meant that he was still all there. Really.

"Don't worry about it."

He dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out a wadded piece of notebook paper. He'd been carrying it with him since the weekend just so he could look at it to remind himself that he hadn't lost his freaking mind and hallucinated it all.

He absently wadded it in his hands a little more before unfolding it and eying it. And then he handed Naminé the note.

"Got a pretty good idea who's who, yo."