Most things. Everything other than being out of the snow and having a drink. And not being dead yet.

[ Rafael is busy making his own list, attempting to find something else to append to it and failing before turning his mind back to Scipio. It's a familiar and affection sort of inattention, like they're so used to thinking on the same wavelength that it's not really necessary for him to listen to everything. Except now he's confused, but also Scipio is speaking in fragments. ]

What does Cecco have to do with this? He isn't here, is he? That cheap bastard still owes me three andris for that ham, it didn't taste anything like despair.