1 Work in Trevor Collins/Other(s)
He’s not sure how he’d forgotten Ryan was there on the comm, still listening. What are the chances that Ryan hasn’t heard the desperate noises he’s been making?
“You sound, uh. Is everything okay?”
Death. Death should come now.
“Do I sound like I’m in pain to you, Ryan?” Trevor grates out, kicking out slightly when he feels something tugging at his pant leg.
“Well, uh, no. Not exactly. It’s more like—”
“I know what you think it sounds like!” Trevor says, a little shrill.