Wesley looked from him to Noah and back. "He named you as his attacker. Me and Crane have tried to get him to speak. At least you're both safe in that cell until I figure it out."

Noah pressed his lips together, but kept quiet.

"Safe from what, exactly?" Anthony was a bit annoyed, now. "Maybe he needs to be protected and kept safe or whatever but I certainly don't."

Wesley nodded, "While I couldn't find anyone who remembers you having any friends, you could be trickier than you look. I need to make sure you will send a bunch of guys to break into the cell and get him at night."

"Thank you for keeping me safe..." said Noah in a small voice, just to annoy Anthony.

Anthony rolled his eyes to the back of his head. "I'm not smart enough to come up with any plans like that or whatever." He looked to Noah and made a sudden, sharp motion, as if to tell him to shut the hell up without actually saying so.

"That's true but.." He stared at the two and frowned. "When you look like you're threatening him, I can't help but wonder."

Noah suppressed a smile.

"When I look like I'm threatening him?" Anthony was kinda angry. "So you know I'm not actually threatening him, but I look like I am, so you're keeping me here?"

Wesley sighed heavily. "You are an idiot. I think I should just put in for you to seek asylum. It may do better for you in the long run. I wonder about your mental health."