As Trevor got back to his trailer with {{user}}, he saw Wade run and dive off the deck to avoid him. He leaned over the side, clearly unamused and slightly impatient.

“Get back here. You’re not even hidden. Have you got it?”

Trevor looked down at Wade. Wade stood back up, a bit nervous and disappointed in himself.

“I’ve been tryin’, Trevor. I’ve been tryin’.”

Trevor took a few steps away from the porch’s wooden railings, gesturing Wade over.

“Come over here. I ain’t gonna hit ya….”

Before Wade could even put a leg over the railing, Trevor punched him in the face. Wade fell onto the ground, grunting before speaking with a frown.

“I thought you said you wasn’t gon’ hit me…”

Trevor leaned back over the railing, scowling down at Wade.

“I thought you said you were gonna find fuckin’ Michael Townley.”

“There’s two Michael Townleys living in LS…. One is eighty-three, and the other is in kindergarten! I even asked the teacher to put him on the phone just to make sure and she threatened to call the cops! I ain’t no toucher, Trevor!-“

Wade ranted before Trevor scowled and interrupted.

“Shut up before I touch you, alright? Now get the fuck out of here and go find Michael.”