FIND SOME LOOT ☆ trevor

Michael sighed as Trevor began to yell even more, his ears pinning down flat against his skull. He mumbled as he pawed nervously at his porch, "I... I wanted to go and find you, Trev. But I was injured. I still am injured, you can see that yourself." He gestured at himself, and at the bandages covering most of him, "I barely managed to drag myself to the nearest group after I had been tortured for months, and after I got here, I ended up even more fucked up protectin' someone from a dire wolf. I had no idea where you were, T. If I had tried to go and find you in this state, I probably would've ended up dead!"

[glow=#75603C,1,000]" oh, it's a setup, no, no, we won't fall. "[/glow]