Chuckling at Izzy's joking inquisition, he held up his hands in a comical show of innocence, "Only second-hand, I swear!" Despite the fooling around, a certain look of concern never left his eyes. Trevor retrieved his keys, slammed his locker shut and began to walk out of the building alongside Izzy. All the while, he was uncharacteristically quiet, until suddenly piping up, "I'm having trouble accepting... that you don't have friends. You've lived here how long? You seem perfectly likable, unless you're secretly like a serial killer or a grizzly bear or something."