Anthony was...very scared. He sat down on the sofa like Elijah implied he should do, and looked at the ground, avoiding the other man's gaze. It was difficult to try and actually...talk about everything. Difficult to try and put what he was feeling and thinking into words.

He started anxiously picking at the skin near his nails, as he tried to form at least one coherent thought. "I, just– I don't know. Sometimes I just feel like you...don't really care about me?" he said very vaguely, and shrugged. He didn't know how to explain everything, and that frustrated and irritated him even more.