Anthony's emotions and feelings were definitely very exaggerated right now, but there was at least some truth to his words. "It's fine. You don't....have to help. He was right, anyways," he said after a moment of just standing there in complete silence, very glad that Elijah guided him to the bed, even if only because it meant he didn't have to stand in the middle of the room aloofly anymore. He didn't say anything as a response, and simply nodded his head, his extremely brief moment of 'hey, maybe I'm fine, actually' gone and yet again replaced with that horrible self-hate and doubt.