Tristan made him sick. Physically sick. Who could be so damn repulsive and think it so normal? And yet, Anthony knew that Taff loved Tristan, he just didn't think it the same type of live that Tristan did. He wanted to desperatly beat some sense into him. But he was well aware that was a fight he wouldn't win. "You're sick. I seriously hope you rot in hell with others just as perverted as yourself." With that Anthony stalked off, not even wanting to look at Tristan anymore. He felt sick.