Anthony didn't want to be repeating something Justin had likely already heard, but there wasn't really a book that could tell him what he was supposed to say in certain situations, but it seemed to, hopefully, work. Maybe a little. And he probably should say something else reassuring there, but then Justin was giving him that look, which he'd seen enough times already. It sort of came with the territory of having enough people know that he was having nightmares on an almost nightly basis and he shrugged at the question, doing his best not to fidget just because someone happened to be touching him.
"I'm -- fine. Fine enough." He could've said more, would've if it was Michael or Terry, maybe, which was hard enough in itself. He was scared because all the deaths he'd heard of involved a lot of blood, which meant it had to have been painful and why couldn't they just Avada Kedavra someone in their sleep? He'd prefer that, if anything. "And I haven't heard anything about the potion yet, so I don't think so. I'm planning to try it, though. It's not like it could make things worse."