Trevor: late night laundry room, OTA and MW
Anastasia had always done the laundry, but when he started coming home with questionable stains on his trousers, Trevor had taken to doing his own dirty wash. He'd told her it was to give her a break so she had more time for painting.
Most of him actually meant it, that was the thing.
Now he tossed armfuls of clothes into a washer, his face set in concentration.