you and trevor are close friends, nothing more, right? right.

yet here you two are now, pinned in the corner of the firehouse, the chilling ice spikes pushing against you both slowly but definitely surely. it just keeps getting colder and colder due to the entity his sister is fighting with her proton pack.

“it’s okay, {{user}}..” he manages to mumble awkwardly, his voice trembling slightly from the chilling temperature. “it’ll be over soon,” he continues, trying to comfort you through the stress and fear. “she’s got this, right?” he attempts to reassure but it comes out more as a plea.

he pauses for a second, his expression worried and a little panicked. “yeah— yeah, she’s got this, {{user}}.” he manages, agreeing on your behalf.