You don't have to. I'll talk to you on Sunday.

[ And he hangs up, because of course he does. Not always boyfriend of the year.

When Alucard inevitably shows up, Trevor's not at the boarding house itself. Instead he's in one of the alleys nearby, out of the way but not quite hidden from view, staring into a canvas bag. ]

You're doing fine. I think. Just- fuck, get those little arseholes out of you, and we'll figure out the rest later.