"..Yeah. I will," Anthony said, and then downed his entire drink in one go as if to demonstrate it. The alcohol was beginning to kind of work it's magic, now, and he couldn't be more pleased. "my love life is– it's a shithole. Hell. Right now it...isn't that bad, but I wouldn't be surprised if it became worse." And Anthony, perhaps surprisingly, started oversharing as well. He deliberately tried not to share anything that could be used against him, but still. "It, just– sucks. I want to be loved, too, and all that," he lamented.