He has a feeling it's not over yet. He has a feeling it's only a matter of time. He allows himself to be pushed back against the pillows but isn't happy. Oh, he can try to convince Anthony and do all he can to try to make him face reality, but he's seen already it would be fruitless-- and what if something else happened? What if he had a stronger memory? What if he could no longer believe in anything but what he wanted to?

"Fuck. I hate this. I hate this whole thing." He ran a shaking hand through his hair. "I don't trust it. I don't trust how long you'll keep believing you're not. I don't-- I don't want to lose you." But he had a feeling he would and there was nothing he could do. This imagined life was so much bigger. So much that Anthony could throw himself into and have-- anything he'd ever really wanted.