Right, right. Forget I asked.

[Trevor takes a moment to get his bearings, then hooks right and leads them down a different side street. He's got a decent sense of direction, for whatever that's worth in the middle of the city. It's more useful in the wilderness -- in fact, most of Trevor's skills are more useful in the wilderness -- but they haven't seen fit to travel in quite some time. More's the pity; Adrian is a vision in riding leathers.

Trevor's told him as much, but it only ever earns him a scathing glare. Really, Adrian needs to learn how to take a compliment.

The silence has stretched on half a block before Trevor picks up on it, and decides it's the uncomfortable kind rather than the companionable kind. He glances around to ensure their solitude (it's an empty street, no real risk of being found out), then hangs back to lean close to Adrian. Close enough, at least, that his hat brim brushes Adrian's hair when he murmurs sincerely:]

Thank you for coming to look for me. I appreciate your concern, and I would have done the same for you.