Page 77 of Trevor Takes Care


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Sky scoffed. “He said, ‘Impatient. We haven’t even finished our first date.’”

G.G. gave a deep sigh.

“Right?” Sky demanded. “Obviously, I pounced on him. I couldn’t help myself by then.”

Trevor felt like he ought to object or say something, but Sky the Wizard was at work, so he kept his mouth shut.

Sky laid a hand gently on G.G.’s arm. “Did you really think that Trevor was only going to boss you around as needed and fuck you occasionally? Were you as dumb as me? If you watch him at all like I did, youhaveto know he means what he says. It’s horrible, getting used to that. Makes you feel like the worst kind of person for not trusting him even though he’d never think that.”

Trevor kicked himself into some sort of action, ignoring his burning face. “I can step out if you guys want.”

“Did you think we wouldn’t discuss you?” Sky twisted around to give Trevor a look that was both adoring and scornful. “Really, Trevor. You’re our single common point of interest. So far, anyway.”

“That’s because you haven’t looked through his books yet,” Trevor managed.

“Oh yeah.” Sky perked up, then frowned before facing G.G. again. “I won’t push for that. I already feel like an intruder in your home.” He glanced over the beige walls as if they held answers. “Do you really not use hookup apps?” he asked G.G. curiously. “Trevor says he never saw you on one. I would’ve DM’d you so fast. In the alternate universe where that would happen, I mean.”

G.G. blinked rapidly several times. It might have been the abrupt subject change. It might have also been the implied proposition.

Trevor nodded to himself. “I’m going to make coffee,” he announced. “Actually, maybe tea for you first, Sky, if G.G. has any. You’re already wired. G.G.?”

G.G. moved his stunned gaze to Trevor. “I… In the cabinet above the coffee machine. Trevor, I….”

“It’s okay, Gigi baby.” Trevor gave him a smile. “Sky goes after people from several sides at once but it’s because he’s scared too. So scared he doesn’t want to give them a chance to get him first.”

“Nuke the site from orbit,” Sky muttered in annoyance. “It’s the only way to be sure.”

Trevor kept his focus on G.G. “He’s an analyst, and he’s very good at predicting things. If you find it intimidating, know that his socks don’t match today.”

“They matched when I packed them!” Sky huffed immediately, then pulled on his jeans to examine his socks for himself. “Fuck,” he swore, confronted with one blue and one black sock. “You could’ve told me earlier—not that I need you to dress me.”

Trevor smiled.

“But if I did,” Sky continued not a second later, “I would ask you.Tryto ask you.”

G.G. glanced to Trevor, a question in his eyes.

“Sky is working on expressing his needs more clearly,” Trevor filled him in.

“Ah,” G.G. spoke up unexpectedly, addressing Sky. “That’s sometimes less than great. I mean, when they don’t take you seriously. But he does.”

Sky nodded. “He does.”

G.G. inclined his head, putting him closer to Sky. “Have you seen your notebook?”

Trevor’s heart flailed in his chest, which hearts should not do.

“Notebook?” Sky shifted as if he needed to keep an eye on Trevor and G.G. at the same time. “He mentioned something, but no. Should I?”

“You can look if you want to.” Trevor would have to explain the daydreaming doodles of Sky in the margins but Sky had the right to see it.

Sky studied Trevor intently for a moment, then turned to G.G. “See what I mean? Surely you’ve realized that he’s something special.”

Sky said it as if they were sharing a secret, but that was because Sky’s tests weren’t like G.G.’s.

“Sky,” Trevor tried to intervene.

“Shush.”