Anthony stopped dead in his tracks when Sorin turned around. Surely, he wouldn't curse him, right? Right? But then, green sparks shot out of the end of Sorin's wand, and Anthony was jumping away as quickly as possible. He had been standing closer then he was comfortable with when there was uncontrolled magic being brought into the picture. Like Taff, he raised his hands, showing he was unprotected, he was also trying to show his defenselessness against the both of them.
Anthony sucked in a deep breath. "Sorin, please...please?" There wasn't anything he could say to make this go away, he knew that. Telling Sorin he loved him would have only made the other boy laugh. He was showing that love in such a great way, wasn't he? "Please don't." But he did love Sorin, and for that reason, he just... he couldn't lie to him. He couldn't make up a lie to make this better, couldn't act like he was under a spell or a love potion. Nothing. He couldn't do anything.