It's been three months since Trevor's had a full night's sleep.

He drinks coffee to stay awake, and paces at night. Or locks himself in a room, alone, to draw. His drawings are violent again, instead of the more pleasant one's he'd been trying lately. He finds himself drawing his mother again, or Didi. Or Zach, the way he was that night, in the corner of the bathroom.

He's in his room again, crouched over his sketchbook at a desk, squinting in the dim light of the desk lamp as he draws.

But if someone knocks, he'll answer. He might even appreciate the interruption.



Typist: Openpost is open.

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.

And then he talked to Trism. Trism who told him how he'd gone a little crazy and tried to kill the man he loved. Twice. Everything Trevor had been working so hard to forget came rushing back. He was having nightmares again and so for the past two nights, he's not slept, constantly drinking coffee to keep himself awake.

Again, he thinks of the way Zach's lip felt, splitting open under his knuckles and shudders, gripping the mug tighter.



Typist: Mostly for Zach, but open to whoever.

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 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.