[Tom growls faintly, reaching into the couch for one of his cigarettes. If Ggio was suddenly going to be agitated like this, then he might as well smoke, since he'd been needing it for a while, and now especially if the conversation was going to go like this.]

Did you even think for a second that maybe I do know what I'm saying? I might be a mess when it comes to my instincts, but I'm not stupid, Ggio.

And I meant what I said.