Ugh, what miserable fellow. George could of course try to talk to him. Try and convert him and help him live a better life. But then he'd show up at his church. Ew. He walked in the direction of the police station instead.

"I bet your father left you." Was he just insulting this guy, or was he also projecting onto him? Who knows. Not Anthony.

Don't take the bait. Don't take the bait. Take it to the constable. "No, he didn't. But I'm sure yours left you and nobody loves you," he gave in like the grown up he was.

Anthony stopped in his tracks. He frowned. He felt like he was going to cry. "Shut up! You're an asshole!" And he was crying now.

Ugh. Clearly drunk. George walked on fast.

[cw: references to child abuse ? kinda]

"And— I bet that this is is why your mother beat you!" Definitely projecting. Anthony was holding back sobs.

He really shouldn't. "I bet this is why your mother beat you!"

Anthony went quiet. He had begun following the man again before he had said that, but he stopped as soon as he said that. He started sobbing very loudly.

What a weirdo. George walked on fast.

Anthony wiped his face dry with the back of his hand. "I hate you, you fucking bastard!" He wasn't sure whether he wanted to deck this guy in the face, or just run off and cry somewhere else. Both, maybe. "Go to hell!"