Anthony listened in silence as Embyr made her suggestions, quietly nibbling at the rest of his sandwich despite the gnawing hunger in the pit of his stomach. He still had that graceful way of doing things, even if he was dirt poor. Really, he found that staring at his food was an easy way to divert his attention. He hated sharing that he wasn't doing well. However, there was no point in lying about it. It didn't take a genius to notice his lack of funds.
"Candice is the type of girl that can easily find fun wherever she is. If she tries. She's still young, though, and I don't feel comfortable with letting her wander around alone without me. I'm always working, now. So if it means that I give her some money and send her off to see a movie, I know she's safe and not wandering the streets of London alone. Maybe I'm overprotective. I just don't trust people anymore."
That would be the most he'd talk about his parents. Everyone knew that since their deaths, he had changed. Candice had changed. Everything was different. The world wasn't safe, and as much as he hated to worry, Anthony wasn't sure that his sister was safe anyway. Really, he didn't think he was, either.