Trey shrugged but was glad that she'd become aware of the temperature within their bodies. "You look much better than I do," he tried to assure. He was always a curious being, touching his eye and bruises that weren't bandaged over. They felt perturbing, but he continued to do it. It felt soft and weak, like lychee fruit but he'd realized what a weird idea to think. Sweet and harmless fruit should never be compared to a human wound. Trey guffawed at Ava's casual ease at the situation. He may have been composed after most situations but she seemed like a fifty percent increase. Ever since he was five, Trey would notice even the smallest of cuts on his body, letting his parents know as soon as possible. That would explain the cause of his innocent and defenseless behavior but not an excuse. He'd lived in Vegas long enough to know that you kill or be killed, and in this case, literally. "There's making a lot of money Trey, being nice to most people Trey, and school smart Trey," he counted the list with his fingers, impressed with how much he'd realized he was good at, even though it wasn't that great in most opinions.
Trey grabbed the blanket and put it over him, relaxing the muscles in his body, sighing heavily at the look on the past hour. He closed his eyes, remembering everything, though it felt like the time span of two seconds. Memories were always blurry, like they didn't happen or they could have happened but he'd never be too sure. His dreams were much the same, often getting confused with what was real and what wasn't. Trey liked to think realistically, and in his dreams were the same views. The idea of getting shot at any moment was glued to his brain at all times, but it had never occurred to him that one day it could possibly happen. Maybe that was due to the fact that he'd never gotten in much trouble. The only people he did really know were the Diamonds girls and at this point, getting to know any gang members wasn't the safest idea. But there he was, sharing a blanket with one. Being rescued by one. The least he could do was be respectful of her presence. And she seemed fairly tolerable. Okay, more than tolerable. Eva was a few of the people in Vegas that were capable of so much more than Trey could imagine but still have a warm heart somewhere inside of their body. At least that's what he thought. "I should go soon, shouldn't I. This is probably such a huge burden," he said, though not an inch of his body was moving.
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