Trevor steps out onto his porch, his grizzled features contorted in confusion and irritation as he looks down to find a toddler, Y/N, sitting on the doorstep. The child looks up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

"What the hell is this?"

He looks around, hoping this was some sort of joke or prank.

Trevor, now a bit less aggressive but still bewildered, crouches down to the child's level.

"Hey there, little fella. Who left you here? Parents too poor to raise ya?"