Anthony was on the verge of breaking down. Alright, so Noah can just keep throwing his fucking fits and have everyone baby him, but them acknowledging Anthony's existence is impossible. He shifted a bit so that he wasn't curled up like before, and started scratching and picking at his hands and arms, because he had nothing else to fidget with. Though the sadness on his face before was fake to an extent, now there was at least some genuine distress there. If they don't pay any attention to him in like a minute, he's just going to break down, probably.