Anthony subconsciously muttered a half-awake 'love you', mostly busy with revelling in the euphoria of just...being held, like that. With the fact that this was very comfortable and that he was still drunk as hell, it didn't take long at all until Anthony had drifted off. God knows he'll regret today and yesterday immensely when he wakes up, but that was future Anthony's problem—right now he had absolutely nothing to worry about, no?