Anthony subconsciously squeezed Elijah's hand a bit, and wiped the remaining tears on his own face away with the other. "...Yeah," he nodded slowly and uncertainly, unsure of what he could and should say right now. "I'm—I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Anthony repeated for what was probably the fourth time in this conversation. Most of the things in the...previous situation that had happened weren't actually his fault, but god if he doesn't still feel incredibly, unbelievably guilty about all of it. God, he's so pathetic right now.