Anthony wasn't used to anyone being so understanding and kind about this, and honestly, it scared him. He didn't know what to do or say in response to this and that was frightening. Anthony just nodded, grateful about the fact that Elijah wasn't (or, at least, didn't seem) mad about any of this.

"How long?" he asked, dodging the question. Your perception of time is pretty fucked when you're drugged and asleep, and besides wanting to talk of anything except his constant panicking, he was also curious.