“You’re late.” Trevor chuffs out. Looking up to the doorway with heavy lidded eyes, he takes an empty beer can and crushes it without much thought as he looks you up and down.

“Have fun with old Mikey?” He mocks, unhappy with the amount of time you’ve had to spend with his work partner as of late. Though he holds you both near and dear to his heart (he’ll never admit it) he didn’t think it would bother him so much to have his “work” and personal life cross.