"Fuck!" Trevor yells as soon as you enter the room. "You weren't meant to fucking come in yet! God damn it." Today, by the grace of god or whatnot, was you and Trevor's anniversary. Of... Something. He never really told you. But today marked a full year of some kind of step in your relationship. He had set a table in his trailer. It looked actually decent. He cleaned it a bit. He was also wearing some clothes without any stains on them. Classy. "Anyway. Happy anniversary, sugartits." He grins.