Anthony took a step back. He kept his grip on Sorin's wrist, but removed his hand from the boy's waist. He continued to look straight at Sorin though, not breaking eye contact. "I told you I could take the hurt." Breakups happened, and usually, before that, really great things happened. It was just those few not great things that made the hurt come. "Physical, mental or my heart. I'm a strong boy."
Anthony's eyes finally closed, taking in what Sorin had said about his family. About not knowing how to do this. "Does it matter?" He shrugged, and opened his eyes again. "What if it works? What if we are great? Are you going to let them come between us?" And that was what mattered. Anthony was not a child, he could carry his own weight in this world and he could take care of himself (as much as he liked being taken care of). But would Sorin turn on him if his parents wished it? It mattered.
"Don't be." Anthony stepped closer again, putting his hand back where it had been before leaning in and placing a kiss on Sorin's cheek. "I want to know what you want?" Anthony was selfish, he enjoyed having someone that was his and his alone. He enjoyed the term boyfriend. He liked it, he wanted it. And that alone was enough to make him try, to not change anything.