This is a shorter chapter, but ... maybe things are beginning to get a little nicer at work for Olivia. Leave me reviews! :)

"Liv?" Olivia left her office just after lunch, she had to start making her rounds – her appointment with Maisy had gone way longer than what she had scheduled, but she didn't mind. She wasn't the type of therapist that wrapped things up just because her watch hit a certain time. She liked to leave some time either side of an appointment for that purpose.

She glanced up to see Trevor's door open. He had a patient waiting on in a chair with his mother just outside. "Yeah?" she asked, lifting her eyes.

"Do you have a second?"

She felt overwhelmed with all that had gone on before lunch. She closed her office door and let herself in his office.

"I've booked Maisy and her Mom an appointment to see me just after she sees you next week. Anything I should know about?"

Olivia didn't know if she had the capacity to get in to everything with him. "Yeah, there's a history. Do you mind if I sit in on that appointment? The specialists have given me very brief reports and I feel like she would do a lot better and feel a lot more comfortable with me in the room."

"Of course," Trevor nodded.

"We'll have to discuss it later. Your patient is waiting and I have to start my rounds, I'm running really behind today."

"Wait, Liv," he couldn't read her. She didn't seem angry but she didn't seem too pleased with him either. "Are you angry with me still?"

"No," she shook her head, "I'm not angry with you, Trevor, it's just been… a day," she sighed. "I'll catch up with you a bit later."

"Okay," he nodded, "Remember, I'm here to talk."

"Thanks," she murmured, letting herself out, not allowing herself to look at him, concerned that her tears would betray her. Her own heartbeat pulsated in her ears, knocking out her concentration as the thrum seemed only to get louder. She stopped for a moment, pretending to look at a clipboard. She breathed in deeply and concentrated on all of her senses the way she coached her patients to do.

It wasn't enough that one event came back in flashes all morning, but the fact that the two events were not entirely separate made for a doubling down of the images she had long battled to force out of her mind.

Her head was full of unwanted thoughts – powerful intrusive thoughts that made thinking clearly a little difficult.

"You're late for your rounds," Liz told her bluntly. "Sarah has been waiting for you and you've really upset her. She thinks you don't care."

Olivia slowly peeled her eyes away from the clipboard and glanced at the nurse a few steps away behind the desk. She wondered what the problem was, she often ran late – she wasn't hours behind, less than half-an-hour, Trevor was often behind too.

"Sorry?" she raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Sarah! Your patient, she is upset because you are so late." The nurse spoke with irate, as though she had personally been insulted.

"You have no idea about the morning I've had," she muttered, "Sarah is used to me being late."

"Maybe you should manage your schedule better, we don't spend every night organizing it for you for no reason," the short-haired, curvy woman with green eyes replied. Olivia wondered where all the attitude was coming from. She glanced to Alexis sitting beside her who was hiding a tiny, little smile.

She got the message, loud and clear.

She said nothing and put the clipboard down and went directly to Sarah's room, deciding not to give the two nurses the satisfaction of seeing her upset.

"Hi Sarah, I'm so sorry I'm late," she apologized as she sanitized her hands and put a surgical mask on. She closed the door behind her. With cystic fibrosis a renewed lung infection could be dangerous if the right precautions weren't taken.

Sarah looked tired and bored. She shrugged, "I'm okay."

"Are you upset with me because I didn't come on time?" Olivia asked bluntly, "it's okay if you are."

She shook her head, "No, I know you're busy, I'm just having a sad day," she replied. "I wish I was at school with my friends."

"Ah," Olivia nodded. "Sometimes sad days are okay to have, you know," she told her, "as long as the sad days don't last longer than the good days."

Everybody was crying today, she thought, frustrated. She wasn't frustrated with Sarah or Maisy, but probably with herself. Each time Olivia saw tears, she had to hold her own back. She had been extra sensitive and empathetic toward the kids since she'd arrived, probably because of the things that she found out.

Still, Olivia had to do everything she could to not let her own tears show.

Sarah's tears just tore a little more at her own heart.

"Would you like to talk about why you feel so sad today?" Olivia asked her, taking a seat by her bed.

"Mom and Dad were going to take us to Maine for a holiday this weekend and now we can't go cos I have this stupid infection… last time I had to stay here, I missed out on three-day school camp upstate… it's always something and I just want to be at home in my own bed."

"I understand… and guess what? It's totally okay to feel sad and disappointed. Did you know that sometimes if I feel sad, I like to sit with that feeling even if it feels…" she made a face, "yucky", she added, "and I remember that tomorrow is a new day and we get to wipe the slate clean and I make sure I have something planned for me as soon as I have coffee and my breakfast."

"Why do you get sad?" she asked.

Olivia thought for a moment and shrugged, "I have a secret; adults get sad the same way children do. I might be sad because someone has said something mean or because I planned to do something and my friend cancelled or… I might just wake up and feel like I don't want to get out of bed because the weather isn't nice."

"Why would someone be mean to you?" she asked, curious; her tears stopping intermittently.

"Sometimes people say mean things if they don't like you or if they don't agree with you… there are many reasons," Olivia shrugged.

"I wouldn't let someone say anything mean about you, you're really nice." Sarah told her.

Olivia almost let go of her tears at the softness and sweetness of her young CP patient. "Aw, Sarah, thank you for saying that. I think that you're really nice too, you're a wonderful kid and I love that I get to hang out with you every few days."

"Are you sad today, too Olivia?" she asked point-blank. It always marvelled her how kids were able to pick up on things, at times more astutely than adults.

She gave a laugh, "a little bit," she decided to be honest, "but I'm okay, but you know what I think? I think we should do an activity that will cheer us both up. Would you like to do some more crochet?"

Sarah nodded with a smile. "I am almost finished with the monkey for Dr Trevor," she told Olivia. "You should make something too."

Olivia smiled, "Maybe I will…"

"Olivia could we listen to some music?" she asked sweetly.

"Uh… sure, do you have something to listen to music on?" she asked her as she helped the girl get all of her crochet supplies out of the cupboard beside her bed.

"Mmm, no, Mom only let's me use her phone so she knows what I'm listening to, do you have music on your phone?" she wondered. "Don't worry, I won't touch it, you could choose what music… if you want to."

Liv smiled. "Okay sure…" she pulled her phone out of her blazer jacket and pulled up her music app. "You can choose something, I don't mind, but nothing rude."

Olivia almost laughed when Sarah took her phone and knew exactly what she wanted to listen to. A solo act from one an ex boyband member. Olivia overlooked the song titles and knew that it was harmless enough. She turned the volume up a little and rested the phone on her bedside table.

"Thanks Olivia, I love this music."

She smiled at Sarah, "you're welcome," she replied.

/

At around 4pm, Trevor asked a nurse to buzz Olivia who was in her office finishing off her reports for the day. She picked up her phone, tired of the constant interruptions – tired of Liz making up reasons for her to do things that were outside of her job description under the guise of being low staffed.

"Yes Liz," she picked up the phone, bored.

"Trevor needs you in Sarah's room," she told her, hanging up the phone without another word.

"Fuck!" Olivia cursed out loud with frustration; but nevertheless she got up and went down the hall hoping that the girl she had spent awhile with earlier was okay and hadn't taken a turn. She put a mask on and sanitized and let herself in the room.

"Hey," she smiled despite the fact that neither of them could tell. She could tell that Trevor was smiling, she could see the wrinkle at the bridge of his nose and the soft crow's feet at the corners of his eyes. "What's up?" she asked, looking from Sarah to Trevor.

"Sarah just gave me this…" he announced to Olivia, showing her the amigurami Monkey that she had been crocheting for him. "She told me that you taught her how to create it."

Olivia grinned at Sarah, "you did so good, Sarah! I'm so proud."

Trevor was touched, he felt so honoured that his patient spent all of her time creating something especially for him. Obviously as a grown man he had absolutely no need for any kind of stuffed toy, but the intention was beautiful. "It's so wonderful," Trevor agreed, "I'm really touched, Sarah, this is so special, thank you."

"You're welcome…Olivia guess what?" she looked at her other Dr.

"What?" she asked.

"I made one for you too, but I was keeping it a secret," she smiled, pulling another crochet monkey out, it was wearing a cute red dress and holding a banana.

"What!" Olivia gasped in shock, her eyes watered. "Oh, Sarah…" she smiled, "this is the nicest thing a patient has ever done, you are so thoughtful…" she gave the child a hug and accepted her gift. "Does she have a name?" she asked, touching the soft wool of the intricately crafted stuffie.

"I was gonna name her Olivia but I thought that could hurt your feelings and it'd be weird to have Olivia and Olivia together… so you can name her."

Olivia glanced at Trevor who gave her a little wink. She could see he was still smiling too.

"Wow…" she breathed, "this is so well done…" she chuckled, "I taught you good…"

They all laughed. "Seriously, you picked this up so fast, you're very talented, Sarah thank you. I'm going to place her in my office. Maybe I will call her Olivia anyway."

"When you said you were sad too, I knew I had to finish her for you to cheer you up and it made me happy too," she informed Olivia who felt her cheeks heat up at Trevor hearing about her admission to the patient.

"It really worked, thank you and I'm so glad it cheered you up too."

"We better let Dr Benson get back to work because she's super busy," Trevor told Sarah.

"That is true, I have some catching up to do, but thank you so much a thousand times over, sweetheart," she hugged the monkey to her chest and smiled. Trevor couldn't help but adore the way she appreciated the gesture from her patient just as much as he did; he could see the tears in her eyes.

"Okay," Sarah replied, "have a good night Olivia, I can't wait to see you on Monday."

Olivia smiled, "me too! I promise not to be late on Monday, okay?"

She found herself touching Trevor on the upper arm as she passed him on the way out. She quickly lifted her hand, not realizing her involuntary and silent affection, thanking him in her quiet way. She saw his eyes sweep over her before she looked away, afraid to see if he was bothered by it.

"Olivia," Cara called out from down the hall. Olivia frowned, annoyed by her yelling while sick patients were probably resting. She held her hand up to halt her.

"Could you please stop yelling in the hallway, do you really think that's appropriate?" she asked, bothered by the day full of the nurses giggling behind her back and making comments that they didn't think she could hear.

Served her right for thinking Alexis wanted to be friends.

"I'm sorry, are you calling me inappropriate?" Cara asked, incredulous.

"No, I'm saying yelling at me from the other end of the hall is inappropriate. I'm right here, what do you need?"

"I need you to help me administer lorazepam to Amy," Cara informed her.

"Why can't Liz help you with that? She's literally sitting at the desk." Olivia was confused, it felt like they were just looking for ways to set her up to fail.

Maybe they were.

"She is the shift manager, she has to stay where she is," Cara put her hand on her hip, "look, are you gonna help me or not, or are you happy for Amy to rot in her pain?"

"Sure, I'll come and help you," Olivia smiled tensely, "as long as when I'm done you can come and help me with the stack of paperwork on my desk," she shot back. "How's that for a deal?"

"Well I'm not the one who chose to be a doctor," she said the word doctor using air quotes above her head which infuriated Olivia. She wasn't about to give the young woman the satisfaction.

"Exactly, you're not. You chose to be a nurse and administering medication is the nurse's job, so go and find Alexis or ask Liz to get up from the desk for just a damn minute and help you do your job and I'll go ahead and do mine. How's that?"

Cara muttered under her breath and stomped off while Olivia went back in to her office and tried very hard not to slam the door.

/

"So what actually happened?" Cara asked Alexis, "she just kisses you and what, did you really like her or …?" they stood in the staff room, eating snacks and having a quick break.

"I thought at first I just wanted to hang out," Alexis explained, feeling embarrassed herself about the night before and with her friends pressing her for details a lie had slipped out and before she knew it, she couldn't help but spin the story a little more, adding colour in the lines. She was mad at Olivia though – the way she had reacted almost smugly when she realized Alexis thought it was a date, as though she was far too good to be dating a young nurse.

"But we talked and had a drink and thought, wow, she's amazing… we made out a bit and then she told me she didn't date nurses and that was that." A little guilt blanketed her but she brushed it off.

"What a fucking bitch!" Cara exclaimed with surprise. "Liz told me a bit about it when I came in this morning, she's been acting so high and mighty today, and then did you hear what she said to me just before?"

"Yeah…" Alexis nodded, looking down at her instant noodles.

Trevor stopped at the door, listening in to the conversation; he heard most of it and he was surprised, but even so, he wasn't quick to judge Olivia for her actions. He knew that there was something going on and he didn't think that she was at all egotistical nor did he believe she thought that she was better than the nurses.

"Liz told me to file a report for her speaking to me like that, fucking bitch thinks she can get away with just about anything," Alexis spoke, swallowing her food, heaviness settling upon her with the lie that felt like it was continuing to spiral.

"Are you going to?" Cara asked.

Alexis chuckled, "Probably not, but Liz has been making her run in circles all afternoon, it's been a little satisfying to watch."

Trevor heard someone move and realized there was someone behind him. He turned to find Olivia, her eyes filling with tears as she briefly met his. "Wait," he said quickly, grabbing her arm.

She pushed him away and turned and made her way back in the direction of her own office. He turned the corner in to the staff room, he wasn't about to let them get away with their disgusting behaviour.

"What the hell is going on?" Trevor asked, looking at the two startled young women who almost jumped out of their skin, realizing he was there.

"What do you mean?" Cara asked innocently, blowing on her herbal tea.

"Cut the crap," Trevor snapped, "You think it's okay to waste Olivia's time because she didn't want to date you?" he asked Alexis, "Grow up! She's busy, her job isn't to run around after the three of you, doing your jobs for you! Harassment has no place in this ward or any ward and I won't tolerate it and if what you just said about Liz is true, she is the one who is going to be having a report filed."

He turned his heel and left them to it and passed the nurses station where Liz was just hanging up from a call. "I want to see you in my office at 6 o'clock before you leave."

"It can't be 6, I have change over."

"Trust me," he said seriously, his pale-green eyes ablaze with anger, "if you intend on keeping your job, it'll be six."

His next stop; Olivia.

/

"Liv, it's me, can I please come in?" she heard Trevor knocking gently at the door.

"I'm fine, all good," she called from behind it.

"I'm sure you are, but can I just come in for a word?" he asked, knowing full well that she was not fine.

She sighed and took a few deep breaths trying to calm herself, to feel her own skin again, to not allow her brain to take her back again. Deep breaths, Olivia, you can do it.

One, two, three, four, she counted.

She wiggled her fingers to rid them of the tingles.

She sniffed to get a hint of the lavender calming diffuser that sat on at the back of her desk.

She focused on the sound of her breathing; in and out, slowly through the nose and out through her mouth.

"Olivia?" another knock.

She wiped the tears with the back of her hand.

She opened the door. "I'm fine, nothing I can't handle," she told him, standing in his way of the door. He towered over her, standing a little too close. She found herself retreating, taking a step back – she could smell the intoxicating scent of his cologne. It was not overpowering; it was just a hint. If she was nose to skin, it would have done things to her.

"I know you can handle it," he said gently, "but for the record, I'm in your corner. May I come in?" she didn't want to argue, the fight within her was all but gone.

She stepped out of the way and allowed him to step inside her office. She closed the door behind him. She felt as though he was the most trustworthy out of all of the people she worked with which was saying a lot.

"Do you want to talk about what happened back there?" he asked, watching her circle her desk to take a seat. He took a seat across from her, glancing at the perfect piles of paperwork in front of her.

"Not really…" she replied. "I have all this work to do and I just want to get it done and go home and go to bed and scrub this day off of me."

He gave her a slight smile. She avoided his eyes, scared of showing him emotion but he knew it was there masked beneath a brave face for all that had prevailed.

Trevor glanced at something and leaned over to pick up a small pile of results. "Olivia, are these follow up letters and recommendations for your patient's specialists?" he asked.

"Yeah…"

"Yeah," he said with a nod, "this is bullshit, this is not your job. Your job is to write the notes and it is the desk nurse's job to type them up and send them forward to whatever specialist. Why do you think it's Liz' job to sit there all day? She's a glorified receptionist with a low-level nursing qualification but a higher qualification in office management."

"I didn't know…"

"Because they are lazy and they are pulling this shit because you haven't worked in this kind of a setting before and they're not getting away with it."

"They clearly don't like me," she murmured.

"I'll be back," Trevor told her firmly as though she didn't have the right to argue.

He grabbed the paperwork and got up, leaving the door of her office flung open as he marched right down the corridor and back to the nurse's station where the three stood huddled around speaking softly. He looked at Cara and Alexis, "I'm sure you both have things to do…"

They scattered quickly, both of them splitting off in to different directions. None of them had seen Trevor this angry for awhile, not since the last therapist was questioning his every move. He dropped the paperwork in front of Liz. "I don't know what you think you're pulling, but it stops today," he said seriously. "This is not Olivia's job and you know it."

"She didn't ask," she shot back.

"And I bet you didn't bother to tell her it was your job, either?" he wondered rhetorically. "Cut it out, Liz, or else I can find you another job in the outpatient clinic."

"Are you threatening me?" she asked him, squaring up to him.

"No, I am letting you know where you stand. Did you know that discussing a person's sexuality or private life and then hazing them for it is considered sexual harassment?" he asked, "if Olivia chooses to take this further, that's the avenue, that's the road she will be taking."

He didn't let her answer and she really had nothing to say in reply.

Trevor made his way back to Olivia's office and found herself putting books away in the book shelf. He closed the door again. "It's been a tough day, why don't you leave the rest of the reports to me, I can finish them for you."

She turned around, empty handed and he saw the tears in her eyes. "I'm mad at you too, you know."

"Me?" he asked raising an eyebrow, "what did I do this time?"

"You made me second guess myself with Maisy," she told him – she didn't raise her voice, she didn't want to be furious, but she was upset. "You made me distrust my gut instinct about her being assaulted and I was on the money. She was assaulted by Kildare and now I have to try to figure out what to do without having to drag that little girl through the mud in the process."

He felt shocked. He watched her wipe tears from her cheeks with the heels of her palms.

"Liv, I'm really sorry," he said quietly, "I had no right to make you feel bad for trying to get an idea of what he was like…"

"No, you didn't and she had to see him again and he did it again!" she said, a little angrier, "if I had of known—"

"You said she wouldn't tell you, if she wouldn't explicitly tell you, Olivia, you would have never been able to step in." Trevor told her, keeping his voice calm. He could tell the whole day had finally unravelled. He took a step closer. "It's not your fault."

"This is why I told myself I should never work in a hospital again. Death everywhere, politics, hierarchy, regular people entrusting their family's lives in to assholes who just don't care…"

Trevor sensed that she was ready to come undone. He was concerned that she would be angry, but he stepped forward and held his arms out slightly, close enough to touch, but far enough away that she could dodge his comfort. "It's a hard job, I know…" she surprised him and stepped in to arms, allowing him to embrace her. He slowly put his arms around her, enjoying the comfort after his own awful day.

It was nice, Olivia thought, as her body began to relax; determined to not start sobbing. She couldn't deny how good it felt to be shown some affection; to feel like she had someone on her team for once. It'd been a long time since she felt someone's arms around her.

"There are going to be days like this," he told her, enjoying her arms around him, her hands on his back, hugging him back. He wanted to stroke her hair as he got a waft of her strawberry scented shampoo and the lingering aroma of an expensive perfume. It had been a long time since he'd had affection shown to him that wasn't from a grateful parent or a sad or ill child. "But there are going to be really great days too."

She sniffed and slowly pulled away, feeling suddenly very self-aware. "I'm sorry, that was really inappropriate of me," she told him, the spell broken. She felt embarrassed and she could feel her cheeks heating up.

"No, it's fine, sometimes we all just need a hug," he replied, shrugging his shoulders.

She went back to her desk and sat down. "What do I do about Kildare?" she asked.

She was back to business. She took a seat and Trevor sat down too. He eyed the envelope on her desk that Justin had written. "Submit a complaint, detail the allegation and then speak to the board about how to proceed while keeping Maisy's best interests at heart."

"What if he gets away with it?" she asks, "he will just do it again."

"Maybe," Trevor replied with seriousness, "but Maisy is going through a lot, I think you should speak to her about bringing it up with her Mom, maybe discuss it with the two of them openly and if they would like to make a statement to police, that's their choice."

"I don't want that for her…" Olivia closed her eyes tightly trying to bat away images that flashed in to her brain. She let out a sigh. "it's too much."

"Okay," he replied.

"Better get it done," she told him, "thanks for being in my corner, Trevor, I don't need anyone to fight my battles, but it does help to know I'm not just here trying to wade through this shit on my own."

He smiled at her. "I'm sorry that they were cruel to you, if you choose to have a casual interaction with someone, she has no right to bring it to work the next day-"

"Wait, what?" Olivia asked, "what are you talking about, casual interaction?" she wanted to know. "I didn't have a causal interaction or encounter with anyone!"

"Oh," Trevor felt bad, "I heard Alexis tell Cara about your date."

"What the hell?" she leaned her elbow on her desk, holding her forehead in her hands incredulously. She stared at Trevor with her deep brown eyes, shocked. "That's not what-" she shook her head. "Alexis came in here last night as I was leaving and asked me about Justin, I said it was rough to see him like that and she asked me if I'd like to grab a drink after work and I was stupid, I thought someone wanted to be my friend…"

"And she didn't?"

"No, we had a drink, she realized I was a lot older than she thought. She touched my leg and I was uncomfortable and decided I needed to wrap things up because we have nothing in common and she openly told me she knew I was a Lesbian and that she wasn't looking for anything long term and I told her I don't date people in the workplace, it's a personal rule and that I was flattered but I wasn't aware that it was even a date…"

"That is not the story that she was telling. She told Cara you kissed."

Olivia laughed in disbelief. "She's a fucking child!" she exclaimed, "I would never—I told her she was wrong about my sexuality, I assumed you told her but she said my ex-called here once," Liv sighed. "This is a nightmare."

"Don't worry about it, you'll never hear about it again, I promise."

"Why would she lie? Here I was thinking only men did stupid shit like that…"

"I'm really sorry that happened to you, Liv." Trevor supplied, looking concerned.

"Stupid me, I just thought someone wanted to hang out with me and be my friend," she replied glumly. She shook her head again as if trying to get rid of the thoughts. "Right," she sat up straight and took a deep breath, "thanks for letting me know the gossip," she told him, "I better update the patient profiles."

"Okay…" he replied, sensing that she wanted to be alone.

/

It was just before six and Olivia still hadn't left. He could tell since there was a little online light next to her name on the hospital email system. He sent an email to Liz and asked her not to bother coming to see him; he had nothing to say to her and he was so bothered by what they had done to Olivia that it made it hard for him to not say something that was possibly not appropriate for the workplace.

He opened the compose button and sent an email to Olivia.

Hey Dr. Benson, feeling okay over there?

He checked up on a few things and figured he should probably go home. He too, had the same envelope from Justin laid out on his desktop, not being able to bring himself to open it.

His email chimed and he smiled to see Olivia's reply.

Hi Dr. I'm feeling okay over here. What about you? Do you feel okay? I'm leaving soon. You should go home, you barely slept.

All he could think about all day was going to sleep but now that he was all charged up, he knew he was overtired and wouldn't be able to sleep without winding down first. He perched his fingers over the keys for a second after clicking reply. He had an idea and wasn't sure if she would perceive it as weird or too much, but he desperately didn't want to go home to an empty apartment.

Dr. Benson, I need to eat and to be honest, I could do with a friend and I think you could too. Wanna have dinner with me? I promise to do my very best not to insult you or put my foot in my big trap

He waited for a few moments until he got another reply.

I don't think that's a great idea, hanging out with a colleague didn't bode so well for me last night. Thank you anyway. Goodnight, Trevor.

With a heavy sigh Trevor began to shut down the computer. He put the envelope from Justin in his messenger bag and took his white coat off and hung it up. He needed to take home his spare shirt that he kept at work, he'd put it on that morning after waking up at his own desk, briefly falling asleep after spending hours with Justin and his parents.

He draped the shirt he wore the day before over his arm and got up, turning his desk lamp off and headed out the door. He saw Olivia talking to one of the nurses politely at the desk as he caught up. Changeover had already happened, he overheard her introducing herself to one of the newer staff members that had been on annual leave since she started.

"Hey," he smiled at her.

Olivia looked up at him and smiled back, "you're off too?"

He nodded. He turned to the nurse, "how was your trip?"

"Great!" Meghan grinned at him, "nice to be back though, now I just need a holiday to get over my holiday."

The three of them laughed. "I see you've met Dr. Benson."

"I did," Meghan replied. "I'm about to take care of her follow up letters that Liz asked me to do."

"What?" he glanced at Olivia, annoyed. "She was asked to do those at 4, when is she back on?" he wondered.

"Trevor it's fine," Olivia told him firmly, "Meghan, if you want to give them to me, I can do them now, I am sorry you got lumped with them."

"Nooo, I don't want to say the words out loud but I should be able to knock them out pretty quickly, you guys go! Enjoy your weekends, from the sounds of things you both sound like you deserve it."

"Okay," Trevor agreed.