Anthony frowned when it seemed as if Sorin was going to win and pull away and leave. It deepend as he finally turned partially around but refused to actually look at Anthony. Actually, it hurt a bit. Sorin had been the one to kiss him and it was Sorin who was trying to ignore him now. It was, honestly, very confusing. Though Anthony didn't let go of the wrist in his hand.
"I don't want to know why." He shook his head, steping around Sorin so that he was in his direct line of sight. When he had Sorin's attention, he would wait for however long it took, Anthony reached up with his free hand, capturing Sorin's chin, and pressed his lips to the other boys. It was much the same as the one earlier. Soft, sweet, and chaste.