#c:trevor

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Penny stared at the letter in her hand.  She couldn’t understand how this had happened, how this could be real life. She re-read the words though her eyes were blurry with tears.  The headline of the paper had confirmed his death.  Nate was gone.  She didn’t know how to talk to Verity about it without explaining their whole messy past and she didn’t think she could handle that conversation right now.  She knew what she wanted , but she knew what the consequences would be.  Looking down at the letter again, she grabbed her phone, texting Trevor. Can we meet up?

Victor had finished his work up at Fordham as soon as he could before booking it over to Columbus Circle and finding an empty bench right near the fountain where ducks were swimming. Holding the stuffed elephant in his hand he felt incredibly nervous as he waited for Trevor to arrive, not sure if the man would have to cancel at the last minute because of Kevin.

“No, that is not how it works,” Trevor corrected his cousin, not taking the situation as seriously as he probably should. “I don’t say these things because I’m a perv, I say them because you’re hot. If you weren’t hot, I wouldn’t say shit.”

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Penny felt incredibly awkward doing this and she wished she had saved a bit so she wasn’t going in sober but here she was, standing in front of Trevor feeling like she was going to claw her own skin off. “Hey...” She said awkwardly. “I was wondering if I could..speak to you...privately.”

Kevin steps out the cab and pays the driver as Trevor gets McKenna out the seat and places her in the holder to carry on his chest. Thanking the man the cab drives away and Kevin rubs the blonde’s back “Who knew it could be so hot?” he asked “we may actually get to sweat away all that baby weight”. Picking up the suit cases he makes his way up to the door and knocks.