Anthony hasn't blushed this much in literal years. Elijah was so kind and nice and sincere—and Anthony found his thoughts wandering again, and forced those thoughts away for now. "I...thanks," he stuttered, very unsure of how he should reply to things like this. The idea of someone actually, genuinely liking him (as a friend, of course, Anthony had to remind himself) was so utterly foreign to him that he was unsure of what to say. He hoped his stuttering was fine enough. "I don't care much for books, so I guess you could...find something." Anthony said, switching the topic back to the one that made Anthony blush less, and resisting the urge to say something self-deprecating again.