Trevor was as loyal as a damn dog to whoever he was closest to. That person happened to be Michael. Trevor always stayed with Michael and busted him out of whatever happened, no questions asked. For a meth head, he was a great friend. Most of the time.

Trevor and Michael had just gotten back from a shitty heist and almost ran into a hundred different things while driving with the cops behind them. Trevor cackled as he saw Michael all shaken up, plopping down on Michael's couch.