Trenton answered the door in a toga. Well, a fleece blanket wrapped around his waist and one shoulder. It wasn't accessorized with grape leaves, and it obviously wasn't intentional because he looked like he'd just crawled off the couch from a nap. Although he was not nearly as tired as Anne, he realized just by glimpsing her.
"Hey." Genuinely surprised, Trenton stepped back from the doorway. The two of them had exchanged very few words. It was actually Piper's anger that kept her so continually in his mind. He'd just wondered about her the other day, the realization dawning that he hadn't heard much from her or her douchey boyfriend recently.