Ben folded his arms, trying to stay warm. "So what is your problem?" he asked, after a little while, just because he had nothing else to do.

Was that attention that he was being given, now? He was so glad. "Do you want a list or something?"

"Spit it out, crybaby." Ben said, glaring in the direction of the man he couldn't see. He had put the candle back on a holder.

Anthony was at an impasse with himself yet again — he liked the attention, but he didn't like being treated like dirt. ...The attention was more important to him, though. "Ask nicely and maybe I will."

"Forget it," said Ben, folding his hands.

"And just as I was ready to unload upon you my years' worth of trauma, you say that," Anthony huffed. He wasn't about to tell him anything, obviously, he just wanted to annoy him again.

Ben remained quiet, for that had seemed to piss the guy off before.

If Ben's goal was to irritate Anthony, then he was very successful. Anthony couldn't just give in, though. "Do you think we're going to die here?"

Ben rolled his eyes. Antony might.

"I'll take that silence as a 'I'm already dead', then," Anthony sighed, looking up at the ceiling even though he could barely even see it. So bored. "maybe I'll be next. It'd be pretty cool to die in a church. Not by any boring means like starving or anything, but by like...getting stabbed or beaten to death or something. That would be pretty awesome."