Anthony had reached the point where he could almost even make out what they were saying. That was good, at least. Too bad that Anthony didn't really care about what they had to say. He glanced at the other man as he sat down next to him, and handed him a cup and pills. Anthony just downed the pills without much thinking at all, just eager to get this all over with. 

Now that the medicine was done and over with, he figured that now he can sleep. Anthony rest his head against Gabriel's shoulder, much too tired to care about them being mortal enemies and all that. It was comfortable and that was what mattered.