Anthony knew the pains of being a street rat, and perhaps that's where this empathy stemmed from. Regardless, he watched with a raised eyebrow as the boy got onto his feet (well, kind of) and tried to walk, which didn't seem to work out all that well for him. "Really? Doesn't look like you're fine to me," he crossed his arms. Maybe the kid will be fine soon, but he wasn't as of right now. Clicking his tongue in deep thought, he glanced away from the boy and then looked back at him. As pissed as he was about this kid trying to take his money, he was a bit worried. If someone had been around to be nice to him back when he was a kid, there wouldn't— ah shit he's getting all sentimental again.

Anthony uncrossed his arms, placing them on his hips. "Be more careful next time."