It's been three months since Trevor's had a full night's sleep ( Read more... )

Trevor is sitting in his (and Zach's) room with a mug of coffee, looking more troubled than he has in ages. Things had been going so well for so long. He was actually happy with his life here ( Read more... )

Trevor wasn't sure why he was so nervous about this. It wasn't like there was anything wrong with Zach. No -- Zach was fine, it was more his mother he was worried about.

He sighed and paced, waiting for one of them to show up.

Typist: For Zach and Rosena.

Trevor sat, quietly, somewhat in shock. That was possibly the oddest, scariest, and most amazing thing he'd ever witnessed to date. Well, Birdland was scarier, but this was up there. He ran a hand through his hair, sighing and trying to sort through his thoughts.

Typist: Open post, dated to after the birth, all friends welcome.

Trevor isn't used to giving and recieving gifts -- but he figured he should this year, since he has people to give presents to.

( For Zach )

Trevor paced in the empty room. His hair was a hopeless mess from running his fingers through it too many times, his lip bitten to almost a bleeding point. He paused for a moment, sitting on the arm of a couch, then stood again and resumed his pacing, restless.