Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
Trevor opened his mouth to call her on her assessment but thought better, shutting it and merely shaking his head instead. "Yeah, sure, Ver," if sunshine and hearts made her sleep better at night, he'd let her think what she wanted. At the very least it might keep her from bothering him randomly to cry on him. He looked up at the shop as they stopped outside the front door and looked at bright window display.