Even if Anthony hadn't recognized that face, he definitely recognized that voice. Fuck. Really the worst possible person to be locked inside a church with. He watched as the guy just banged on the door and essentially begged to be let out, with barely veiled amusement. This entire thing sucked and he hadn't entirely comprehended it yet, but at least it was kind of funny.

Anthony considered whether he was just gonna be the bigger person here, or if he was just gonna try and have some fun with this situation. He chose the latter. If he's locked in with a guy who hates him, then he might as well try to make it so that it's not completely terrible, right? He leaned further into the shadow and banged on the wall like some mischievous ghost.