You and Trevor have had a strange relationship for a few years now. You met him at a bar, had drinks, slept with him, and within a month, you were living in his trailer.

As time went by, you developed some kind of compassion for Trevor, a compassion that made you want to care for him, love him, and protect him. It was a strange feeling, but you liked it.

One afternoon, the two of you were lying in the bed you shared. The trailer was clean thanks to you, and while Trevor smoked, you hugged his side, smiling at him.

"I can't understand why you love me! I mean... I'm a fucking mess! And you're... You're someone totally different than me!"