Neville just let Anthony lay there. He knew what it was like to feel like everyone was trying to talk to you about things you were trying not to think about.
He heard Anthony's croak and realized he must not have talked since it happened. It took him a moment to realize that the sound following was a sob and he felt terrible, realizing that he'd probably already cried so much that he just had nothing left.
"Shh." He ran a hand through Anthony's hair. He climbed onto the bed and sat aginst the headboard, pulling Anthony into his lap and just wrapping his arms around him. "I'm here for you Ant. You don't have to talk if you don't want to."