He winced as he heard that voice. Anthony glanced at Elijah for a moment, but quickly looked away. "I don't care," was all that he said as a response to the man's first question. He had better things to waste his energy on than deciding what to fucking drink. "sure. That's what matters." There were plenty of other things that mattered more. Nevermind. He shouldn't be thinking about those things. Everything is fine, and the fact he's injured is really the worst thing here. There is nothing worse than that, right now.