"You have no one waiting for you at home. I do." It was meant to sting.

Anthony suddenly got very quiet. If Ben's intentions were to hurt Anthony, then he had absolutely succeeded. "Sorry, I guess," he muttered.

Ben felt somewhat guilty, but he reminded himself that this guy had been an incredible prick who hated him for no reason. He had it coming. Ben banged the door. "Hello!?"

Anthony took Ben's comment to heart much more than was wise. He leaned against the wall, buried his face in his hands, and just started crying.

Ben was quite unaware of this, banging the door and shouting. He finally gave up and sighed.

Anthony was a bit too busy with sobbing and crying to even notice that Ben gave up on what he was doing. After a bit of time, he looked up towards the door and Ben, and frowned. "Noone's there. I already told you."

Ben looked in the other man's direction - though he couldn't see him - when he talked. Was he crying? Ben felt worse about what he had said, but he didn't say anything about it. This guy had had it coming. He sat down in one of the pews again.

Anthony was trying very hard to hide the fact that he was crying, to limited success. He was kinda hoping that someone would kill him already. Would be more merciful than just leaving him here with this guy. "Guess we won't be leaving anytime soon," he muttered to himself, as he tried to get comfortable and fall asleepr or something.

"Seems like it..." Ben muttered grimly. How he did hope his children had already raised the alarm.

Bram was playing outside in the yard. Father wasn't home yet, and so he could be out past bed time. Ha! He was having a great time!