Angel Dust

Anthony over complies, shifting not just his knees but his whole person that much closer. He imagines being welcomed closer still, head down in the other man's lap while the outside world had no idea. A dangerous game, but clearly Anthony plays a little risky, out in the alley where anyone could've happened on them.

"Thanks." He leans into the offered flame, and reluctantly sits back again, smoke curling slowly from his lips. Said lips curl at that touch finding him again, however brief.

"...you ain't seen Marco since, uh...that night, have you?" he asks as casually as he can manage. He must mean the runner, curious if Val knew where he'd run off to.