Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
"What the 'ell!" Trevor's eyes widened with surprise at the hug and even more so when she slugged his arm. "Well, I'm obviously alive," he countered, rubbing the spot she'd punched, surprised she could hit so hard. "Shouldn't assume things," he added, wondering if she'd even tried to find him or if she'd just realised he was gone and assumed he had to be dead.