Anthony had spent the day being surprisingly more productive than usual, mostly out of pure boredom more than anything else, though. He washed the dishes, cleaned up to the best of his ability until he started worrying too much to keep going (after all, he didn't know if Elijah would mind him doing this, and decided not to take a risk), the whole deal. When Elijah had returned, though, Anthony was sitting on the sofa, humming, stroking Diane with one hand and propping himself up with the other.