Sorin half-smiled and tucked his chin close to his chest. For someone who didn't want to know things, Anthony was sure asking a lot of questions. In truth, he found that he didn't mind so much. Especially since he felt that at least this time, the other boy wanted honesty. Real answers, instead of vague predictions and half-formed replies.
"Yes," he murmured simply.
He didn't move away from the intimate touch of Anthony's hand on his hip, nor did he pull his arm away. This was becoming easier and easier the longer he stood here, but he feared that if Anthony let go, if he walked away now (or anytime soon, really) that his inner voice would win the argument. This was wrong! it said. No one would approve. Or at least, no one that mattered.