Anthony shook his head, stepping into the kitchen and carefully selecting a chocolate biscuit from the tin. He slid into a seat at the table, nibbling at it absently. He wasn't particularly hungry, but really, chocolate made everything better. Maybe it would work here. "No, everything with Draco is fine. I just...couldn't sleep. Didn't want to wake him." No, this definitely had nothing to do with Draco. It was all Anthony and his horrible habit of over-analyzing everything.