Oh, god no. The time in his life that Anthony most despises talking and even thinking about. Alas, it seems that he'll have to tell a story or James will do something horrifying again or will just be sad, and he isn't sure which is worse than the other. So he tried to swallow the feelings bubbling up in his throat, get over it, and just tell a nice story for a nice kid.

"Uh, well," he started off. "not much exciting happened when I was a kid, but there was—you know what, why don't we just. Not talk about my childhood." Anthony laughed aloofly, but his expression and fidgeting with his hands betrayed his anxiety and unwillingness to talk.