Anthony has every intention of buying the drinks. He likes being the one who buys, likes taking Gabriel places the boy wouldn’t be able to afford on his own. He doesn’t like to admit as much—it sound so classist, so paternalistic—but it’s true, all the same.

He flicks away his cigarette and puts his hands in his pockets as he leads the way towards an elegant little bar not very far away from Barton’s campus.