Even though he felt very sympathetic towards the kid's plight, the idea of the kid making him breakfast was one that he would've almost laughed at. "My home isn't very nice," he said. "but if you want to, then........okay, I guess." Anthony flashed a brief smile. What is he supposed to do with the kid once he gets home? He doesn't know how to treat a fucked up ankle, he doesn't know how to care for kids, he doesn't know anything really.

"Well, anyways," he sighed, shifting a bit in his spot. "up you go, then." Leaning forward a bit, he picked up the kid. Because he has never once in his life held a kid, or anyone really, like this, it was probably vastly uncomfortable for both him and the boy. Was the kid heavy as fuck or was Anthony just a weakling? We may never know. He just stood there for a moment, holding a Child, taking a bit of time to process the whole situation because honestly, what the fuck?