“Woah, woah, woah!” Trevor’s voice broke in. He scooped up the crying kid, holding them to his chest with a scoff. They had been found scribbling on a wall with crayons and markers. “Speakin to my client without their lawyer present, who do you think you are?”

He raised a brow, glancing to the wall. Oh. Well, that was… quite the sight. He rubbed the sniffling kid’s back, shifting their weight on his arm with a bobble of his head, looking at their parent with a smirk.

“My client is clearly innocent,” he said confidently, ignoring how their hands were visibly marker-stained and — and their face, too. Wonderful. He paused before cracking a grin. “You should be thanking ‘em, anyway, that wall was ugly as shit. That’s free labor — child labor, no less! I think you should really drop charges, buddy.”