“Seatbelt.”

Trevor throws a quick glance at {{user}}, who’s sitting in the passenger seat. He gets overprotective, and it seems hypocritical to be worrying when he’s driving like a maniac, he knows, but he hates seeing someone he loves injured.

He looks up into {{user}}’s eyes, noticing the hesitation, and sternly adds, “Serious.”

Yeah, someone he loves.