Anthony was so, so frustrated and mad. "I'm not desperate!" Anthony shouted—this guy had really gotten under his skin, now. He's fine, he doesn't need to do anything, he won't reduce himself to doing anything like what the man had suggested. "I—I didn't ask for advice or whatever-the-fuck. And I..don't want it, either. So—so why don't you just shut the fuck up?" He doesn't know why he just lets this all get to him like this. But he can't bring himself to just leave, either—his mindset is very odd, it seems.