Anthony glanced towards Elijah as the man gently patted his hand. He didn't lean away from the touch whatsoever, but he also didn't quite return it in any way. "It's– well, I'm glad that you want that for me," he said, carefully considering his next step, here. "but, like...you're not the only one that's failed here, you know that?" Right now, now that his severe hate for Elijah had mostly subsided, he started kind of feeling like....he himself had actually fucked up a lot as well.