Anthony fell onto his back into the bed, looking up at the ceiling now instead, having been left alone with only his thoughts for company. Whereas maybe he would have been fine with this were this a normal day like any other, it was sadly not very normal—not to him, at least.

Staring up at the ceiling, Anthony furrowed his eyebrows, not liking this thinking he has been forced to do now—there was nothing else to do when he was alone like this, and he had to unpack all this at some point anyways. However much Anthony wished to delay it happening, it seemed that right now would be the time. Or, at the very least, the time for Anthony to figure out a little bit. He doesn't really need or want to know more about himself, if he were to be completely honest with himself. Covering his face with his hands, Anthomy closed his eyes for a brief moment, rubbing them and then opening them again and taking his hands off his face.

Time to think, whether he likes it or not. So! Elijah Crane, the reason for all these newfound feelings and confusion in Anthony. He's very kind, nice, caring... And tall. And Anthony had grown to like him very much in the little time that they've known eachother for. And he'd suspected that Elijah liked him at least a bit as well—would he be so nice to him if he didn't at least consider him a friend? Anthony had found himself feeling...anxious, perhaps? when around him, which was the cause of quite a bit of distress for him. Anthony was a bit neurotic and anxious even in normal situations before having ever even met Elijah, but he felt more so around the man. More afraid of saying something wrong or doing something wrong or being a bother or impolite, maybe? That was the easy, 'no thinking required' explanation, and Anthony felt compelled to accept it—however, he held true to the promise he made with himself, and only somewhat accepted it.

But he had also found himself very anxious in situations unrelated to those mentioned, such as the one that had happened just now, ending with Anthony in Elijah's bed. (Maybe because Anthony's mind immediately strayed towards other things. Perhaps it was just because being in another man's bed in a completely non-sexual way was just unusual to him? Keep telling yourself that, Anthony.) A thought ran through Anthony's head that he tried his best to push away, and pretend that it had never existed, but it kept popping up again when he least wanted it to—and so he was forced to consider the possibility, much to his own distaste.

Anthony was surprisingly close to actually saying 'no.' out loud, but stopped himself from doing it. Right! Time to go to sleep! Thoughts and feelings can't bother him when he's asleep. And then hopefully by the morning he'll absolutely forget ever having lamented this and he'll be better off having forgotten!