Anthony's eyes closed when Neville rounded the bed and. kneeled next to him. He leaned into the hand though. A part of him wanted to be disgusted by the touch, but that just didnt seem possible. This was still Anthony and Anthony would always crave the contact of others, especially in his worst moments. Even if all he really wanted was for Sorin to come and hold him, to wake him up from this aweful dream.
That couldn't happen though. It would never happen again, if he was being honest with himself. And he would have to be honest with himself eventually.
A minute or so passed, Anthony just took quiet refuge in the. hand against his cheek, before he finally spoke. Croaked, was more like it, really. His throat was dry and sore from all the. torture it had been out through with his crying and sobs. "I..." He stopped. There was nothing that he could say, nothing th at he wanted to say. He'd thought it his job to say something, but once his mouth was open, he found he didn't really care enough. The one word was followed with a sob though.