Anthony sighed and shook his head, settling somewhere between laughing and crying. He sat on the sofa, heavy and shook. "I can't tonight, Draco. I really can't do this tonight." He just didn't have it in him. He was exhausted, he was still scared and worried and now he was angry on top of it. Drugs would probably bring him down from that, but when already worked up, it was hard to think straight.
As quickly as he had sat down, he was up again, moving wards Draco, taking his hand in his own. "I just want to go to bed. Maybe this will all be a bad dream in the morning. Come to bed with me?"