"...Goodnight," Anthony said after a moment, sitting down on the bed as soon as Elijah left, and stared at the ground as if it were the most interesting thing in the room. Now, he's all alone with all those thoughts and feelings and emotions he's been having as of late, and he's not sure if he likes it or not. But it's not like he's going to fall asleep anyways, so might as well take some time to figure it out. It didn't really work and he was just as clueless and confused as he was a minute ago. (Though, to be fair, maybe he was a bit of a moron to expect himself to know everything about himself after a minute.) At least he's spending the night doing something useful?