Anthony took Elijah's hand and got up after the latter had finished speaking yet again. He mouthed an 'okay' and nodded. "We don't have to talk about anything," he repeated. "I guess—I guess I'm tired as well. So...sleep sounds good. Right now." He felt like a moron for being so unsure of himself and anxious, and he seriously hoped it didn't show. Whatever. Maybe he can actually manage to fall asleep and forget about this shit.