Anthony correctly predicted that they'll both be feeling like shit in the morning, at least. He had been fast asleep, only awoken by Elijah moving next to him. And he immediately wished he weren't awake. "That's fair," Anthony muttered, covering his face with his hands as a protective measure against the sunlight and trying his best to fall the fuck asleep again. It wasn't working, though, and it seemed that he'll just have to go through today in this shitty, god-forsaken and horrible state.