A breath of fresh air had been exactly what he'd needed. Hands buried in his pockets, Anthony pushed open the door that led to the roof and quietly moved out toward the edge. It was pretty high up, but he could recall DeWitt's office being even higher than this. Just peering out the window alone had been dizzying...he admitted to having considered suicide more than once whenever he thought of that office. Just a quick step over the edge; all it'd take was the lift of a leg and a little motivation. Every time he imagined his death, however, he also lost that motivation and cowered back in fear. He was afraid of dying. He wasn't ready just yet. If he had been, he'd have done it a long time ago. Between the Dollhouse and showing up here? Yeah. He would have. The thing of it was that he didn't know what he had to live for now that he'd decided to keep on. What was here that was worth sticking around for? The blood and pain that surely awaited all who had been brought through that broken seal?
His hands shook, just slightly, and for a second he wished that he was standing beside one of his old pals from the field. If only because he wanted to bum a cigarette. Ironically? He didn't smoke. Never had. But the urge to do so lately, if only to seek out an aid to the stress, had been hounding at him. Clearly, that meant that it was abotu time for him to get really, really drunk.
Shaking his head, Tony turned his head and moved back around, preparing himself to retreat back into the building once more. He only stopped (jumping just a little), when he caught sight of someone sitting next to the AC unit. Looking rather sheepish, he reached up, rubbed the back of his neck, and said, "Damn, I didn't see you th -" He didn't finish the sentence. It was hard to focus on what he had been saying when she was typing at the air.