Pushing off the couch, Verity trailed after him up the stairs, yawning deeply. Fred didn't know what he was talking about, she shook her head, following Trevor down the hall and pausing outside the room he stopped in front of. Trevor didn't have to talk to her, he didn't have to let her stay at his house, hell, he didn't even have to let her in! And yet he'd done all that. He couldn't be evil like Fred thought.
"Thank you," Verity smiled a small, wavery smile and pushed up on her toes to hug him tightly. "I'll make you breakfast in the morning," she paused, dropping back to her feet and glancing up and down the hall. "Unless Gretchen is here?" She hadn't seen the other woman, which struck her as odd, now that she noticed it. Gretchen had almost always been around Trevor before. She frowned slightly, hoping her cousin and his... friend, weren't fighting too.