"Thank you." Anthony curled up tighter against himself, if that were possible and pressed himself into Neville. He wanted to feel better. He didn't always want to feel like he had just lost the best thing that had ever happened to him. But Anthony didn't know how to make those feelings go away, how to make himself better. It was just too soon. Only a day. At least, if not more.
"I-I'm sorry. I d-dont mean to c-cry on you." He sighed heavily, trying to get the shaking to stop. It didn't work. "How is.. H-How is your st-stomach?" He could push the conversation away from himself, but that didn't mean he wasn't still thinking about Sorin, about the things he would never have anymore. He didn't want to burden Neville with his sob story though.