For the briefest moment, Trevor’s face twists like a paper about to tear, but just as quick, it’s gone. Buried. Still, something raw lingers in his eyes, something ugly and aching as he clings to {{user}}’s wrist a little too tight, much too afraid to let go. Might’ve left a bruise, not that he’d ever mean to.

“If that bastard cheats on you again,” he mutters, voice dipping into something rare, something almost fragile. He exhales sharply, shaking his head. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do.”