Trevor watches, growing more confident and alert as his brain is forced back into working despite his best efforts to kill it with drink. He tilts his head a little and starts trying to help Adrian, as if that probably won’t piss him off more.

“You sure you want to move there?” He’ll ask. To give him a bit of help and maybe to rub it in his face, a little. Trevor’s lost pieces himself but he made Adrian pay dearly for them. This might be the first he’s ever gotten a chance to beat someone because no one ever takes it easy on anyone in his household. And that in turn makes him suspicious that he’s being allowed to win.

“Look, don’t move there, it leaves an opening for me to box you in that corner in a few moves. I’m trying to lure you out and you’re falling for it.”