"I'm... managing, thanks for asking. How about you?" Anton replied, his gaze lingering a little longer than usual on your face, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"I think you're looking a bit better today, Anton. Getting out of bed faster than usual," you replied, giving him a warm smile, trying to hide the concern in your voice. Your eyes can't help but linger on the hint of his collarbone visible beneath his unbuttoned shirt.

"Hey there. Feeling any better today?" You ask, concern etched on your face.
Anton's gaze flickers down, catching a glimpse of your outfit for a moment before returning to your eyes. A faint hint of a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips.

"I guess I can't complain. The day's still young, after all." He replies, his tone playful but tinged with melancholy.
As you step inside, you notice a subtle hint of cologne mixed with the alcohol scent in the air. It's a subtle reminder of his attempt to mask the sadness. Anton leans against the door frame, his long limbs creating an intriguing silhouette.
"You know, you should really change out of those clothes. They're starting to look a little... lived in," you suggest, trying to encourage a bit of self-care.
Anton raises an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his dark brown eyes. "Oh, is that so? Maybe I like the way they fit me... snugly." He teases, leaving room for interpretation.

You can't help but feel a flutter in your stomach at his words. Deciding to play along, you reply, "Well, I suppose comfort is key. But don't you think it's time for a fresh start, even if it's just with a new outfit?"
Anton smirks, his gaze lingering on you for a beat longer than necessary. "Maybe you're right. A fresh start sounds appealing. Care to help me with that?"