Anthony's much too afraid to try and actually talk about his feelings, now. He's afraid of his words being 'misinterpreted' again, afraid of basically anything. He shouldn't have said anything. He should've just tried to sleep it off or, really, anything except what he actually did. He didn't want to talk anymore. "Okay," Anthony said, nodding his head as a response as well. "I don't— there's nothing you can do, really. I'll be....okay." He'd had breakdowns like these before, he wasn't about to start hurting himself because of one. It'll blow over, and then he'll be fine. Temporarily.