Again with the fucking shirts. Trevor resists the urge to roll his eyes. Like a baton would stop anyone determined enough to hurt him. Like a baton could stop a bullet.
He nods towards Varker, moving to squeeze past Oscar in the hallway.
"Send me the picture when you bruise, it'll make me feel better," Varker calls after him, giving the other man the finger just so he's sure this changes nothing about attempting to stop him.
He isnt strong enough to ask him to change his mind, but what he is strong enough for is taking Oscar by the wrist instead and pulling him towards the lift.
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Re: Deck 6 - waiting
He nods towards Varker, moving to squeeze past Oscar in the hallway.
"Just that."
Re: Deck 6 - waiting
"Right. Thank you Trevor, for calling. Varker-"
He came forward to clasp the blond on the shoulder. "Let's get going."
Re: Deck 6 - waiting
He isnt strong enough to ask him to change his mind, but what he is strong enough for is taking Oscar by the wrist instead and pulling him towards the lift.
Re: Deck 6 - waiting
But he will.