Anel, much like Zara, was in no fit state to notice Ryan move outside to listen in on their conversation and as such he sighed heavily and forced himself to sit up, his head hanging limply to the side in a clearly tipsy fashion, running his tongue over his lips. "Ahh... But I like my room... I d-don't see why I could change it because... Because that... That fucking... Shit head ruined our fun time..." He paused, lifting his hand to his lips as though he held the bottle still, giving a small whine as he realised he had foolishly thrown it at the wall, looking over at the remains that trickled to the floor.<br/><br/>"Ahhh, damnit... Never mind..." He sighed once again and twirled a strand of hair slowly around his middle finger. "Maybe the bed... I might burn it... Burn it and... And the ropes... And the whip... And the flogger..." His voice eventually faded to a small mumbled before eventually he hung his head weakly and brought his legs to his chest, wrapping his arms around his knees and hiding his face in the crook between them. For several long moments the boy remained as such, small sobs being heard from him as his shoulders shook, and as he finally lifted his head to gaze upward at the sky, his eyes glittered slightly with the beginning of tears that would finally fall.<br/><br/>"What am I going to do, Zara...? Can I hide it? Will they find out? I could say I was just in a bad mood because Ga... because Gar... Because<em>he</em>had to leave..." It was a clear sign that something was amiss by the simple fact that Anel wouldn't even say the man's name and he shook shook his head. "No, I can't lie. Fuck... I'm utterly useless, aren't I? How much money do you think it was...?" he laughed bitterly, tears trickling down his cheeks.<br/><br/>"Fucking useless..."