Anthony was fretting. And had been fretting, actually for a few days now. It certainly had nothing to do with Michael saying that he loved him, because Anthony felt more than the same toward him. No, this was all in his head. Nothing in particular had brought it about, other than the fact that he was apparently incabable of being happy with a good thing. Terry and Michael loved him. That was supposed to be all he needed, right? They loved him, he loved them back, happily ever after, the end. But no, this wasn't good enough for him.

So into the Outside Room he went, tucking himself away in one of the corners and laying on his back to stare at the sky. He'd been there nearly seven hours, if his watch was anything to go by, when Michael finally showed up. He'd wondering how long it would take for someone to come looking for him. Squinting up at Michael, Anthony pushed himself up onto his elbows, giving his mate the closest he could get to a smile at the moment, just a quick twitch of his lips. "You've found me," he replied calmly, tilting his head. "Sit."