Anthony had managed to clean up the goddamn mess in the kitchen, and was now just lingering there, trying to figure out why his life is how it is. He was almost ready to just put an end to that lamenting and try to go to sleep, when James returned to the kitchen yet again. "No, it isn't," he responded. Though whether that was true or not was questionable — he had basically lost track of time entirely. "I don't think it is, at least." He was hoping it wasn't morning. The longer it isn't morning, the longer he can go without having to go and talk to Elijah about this.