[Content warning: Reference to child neglect, homophobia, possible reference to child prostitution]

It was still rather early in the morning when Anthony had awakened. And he did so with panic and regret—panic that was reduced slightly in intensity as he began to remember what exactly he had done yesterday, but panic regardless. The regret didn't really go away, and he felt more than a little bit of guilt over that fact.. He glanced a bit to the left, the only thing going through his head being an endless chorus of 'what the fuck did I do'. Quite frankly, he didn't even know what exactly he was panicked about anymore, all that he knew at this point was just 'oh shit oh fuck did I really accidentally adopt a child' which was, to his defense, a fairly valid reason to feel terror. Anthony sat up in his bed, holding himself up with one arm and running his fingers through his hair with the other, considering what his next course of action should be and coming to the conclusion that he has no idea.

Anthony glanced to the left again and then quickly looked away, as if not looking at the kid means that he isn't there. But, unfortunately for him, it didn't seem like that would be working. Maybe he was overreacting about this whole situation, but he felt that his potential overreaction was very justified.