It had to have been a while that they sat there, for Anthony's tears finally did subside again. He shook though, holding onto Neville like a life raft. Anthony knew he couldn't get through this alone. He wasn't that type of person, he needed others around him, supporting him, and Neville would do that, just as he would for Neville.
Finally, Anthony rubbed at his eyes, though it didn't help with the tear tracks that stained his cheeks. "Th-They ripped him to shreds." He didn't know who they were, though he had his guesses, serveral of them. "He died... H-he died in my a-arms." And he hadn't even been able to finish saying that he loved Anthony.
Anthony burried his face into Neville's shoulder, body shaking with the tears that had dried up.