Twitter Log 2-9-11 (Awkward post hook up awkward, in which Trevor asks an important favor of John)
Trevor: Today's the day I'm not supposed to wear a shirt, right? #boobiewed
John: You still have a shirt on, love.
Trevor: *blushes like mad* ... I um... didn't want to give you ideas.
John: But what if I like ideas?
Trevor: I don't know if those ideas are good for either of us. *quietly*
John: *frowns a little* What's wrong, Trevor?
Trevor: Nothing's wrong, just ...before was ...awkward. I've never ... yeah.
John: Never? Like, never never?
Trevor: *wide eyes* What?! No. I mean. It's the first time with someone my father knew ...knows. Or something.*sounds just like his Ma*
John: Relax. He doesn't have to find out. *kisses his cheek*
Trevor: You don't know my father very well do you. *takes him a second but he steps away* He knows -everything-. If he doesn't, Ma does.
John: You're that afraid of them?
Trevor: *scoff* I am not AFRAID of my parents! What am I, five? *frowns* I don't want to disappoint them anymore than I already have.
John: And being with me would disappoint them. *seemingly indifferent but kind of hurt, oddly*
Trevor: ... They...or...Ma never spoke highly of you. *clears his throat* Dad never spoke much of you at all.
John: I'm not entirely bad. Besides...your dad wants me to be a good boy.
Trevor: *eyebrow* How's that working out for you?
John: ...I haven't killed anyone yet.
Trevor: *stares* Yet?
John: I'm joking. *mostly*
Trevor: Hope so...
John: Relax. I won't hurt you
Trevor: I'm not worried about getting hurt.
John: So what are you worried about?
Trevor: *Getting hurt!* I have to go back to my time. Soon. *simply*
John: I could always come back with you. *just as simply*
Trevor: *shockface* I hardly know you!
John: I know. But it's not like there's really anything special about this time. *except Jack, but he's married*
Trevor: *nods slowly* Things are...changing. This time is a tipping point, I'm just not sure why.
John: Changing? Changing how? What is it about this time, anyway?
Trevor: All I know is the Doctor dumped my brother here to fix things, but we don't know how. *vague Trevor is vague*
John: He hasn't told you anything? *frowns*
Trevor: Not a damn thing. We can't influence people with spoilers or some shit. It's....fucking stupid. *cranky*
John: Well, this isn't my time. And I'm a time-traveler as well. I'm pretty sure that doesn't apply to me.
Trevor: It applies to anyone. *sighs* You can't MAKE people do things, as much as you want to. There are rules, you know that.
John: I know. *doesn't mean he plays by them*
Trevor: We're pretty screwed unless we can nudge events in the right direction. *sigh and puts his head in his hands* I hate this.
John: What can I do to help?
Trevor: *eyebrow* Really? You want to help? *ponders* You know that word the Doctor used to...you know...control Dad? *TMI, Trevor!*
John: *narrows eyes slightly, but doesn't act like it's a big deal* *is VERY curious about this* Why? What's it to you?
Trevor: He won't tell us, and his files are locked. We thought it was the Doctor, but it might be this...word that keeps Dad in line.
John: Tell me more. Maybe I can find out.
Trevor: *skeptical* You mean you don't know? We can't ask him, he won't say anything.
John: Don't you worry about that. *grins*
Trevor: How are you going to find out without asking him?
John: I have my ways.
Trevor: *nods gently* Sure...just don't let him know I asked you for help, OK?
John: No problem. It means a lot to you, this...word?
Trevor: *srsly* It could be a matter of life and death, John.
John: How do you mean? *suddenly feels protective of Jack*
Trevor: *eyebrow, wondering if maybe John doesn't know Trevor's father as well as he was lead to believe* Isn't it always? Hero stuff.
John: *rolls eyes* Not exactly like it's gonna get him killed, but...
Trevor:...but what? I don't want anyone to get hurt.
John: Nobody will get hurt. I...I promise. *no, that didn't almost kill him to do*
Trevor: *genuine smile* Thank you, John. You have no idea what this means to me.
John: *nods* Don't mention it. *no, really - not sure if he's ready to be a good guy yet*
Trevor: Let me know how it goes, yeah?
John: I will.
John: You still have a shirt on, love.
Trevor: *blushes like mad* ... I um... didn't want to give you ideas.
John: But what if I like ideas?
Trevor: I don't know if those ideas are good for either of us. *quietly*
John: *frowns a little* What's wrong, Trevor?
Trevor: Nothing's wrong, just ...before was ...awkward. I've never ... yeah.
John: Never? Like, never never?
Trevor: *wide eyes* What?! No. I mean. It's the first time with someone my father knew ...knows. Or something.*sounds just like his Ma*
John: Relax. He doesn't have to find out. *kisses his cheek*
Trevor: You don't know my father very well do you. *takes him a second but he steps away* He knows -everything-. If he doesn't, Ma does.
John: You're that afraid of them?
Trevor: *scoff* I am not AFRAID of my parents! What am I, five? *frowns* I don't want to disappoint them anymore than I already have.
John: And being with me would disappoint them. *seemingly indifferent but kind of hurt, oddly*
Trevor: ... They...or...Ma never spoke highly of you. *clears his throat* Dad never spoke much of you at all.
John: I'm not entirely bad. Besides...your dad wants me to be a good boy.
Trevor: *eyebrow* How's that working out for you?
John: ...I haven't killed anyone yet.
Trevor: *stares* Yet?
John: I'm joking. *mostly*
Trevor: Hope so...
John: Relax. I won't hurt you
Trevor: I'm not worried about getting hurt.
John: So what are you worried about?
Trevor: *Getting hurt!* I have to go back to my time. Soon. *simply*
John: I could always come back with you. *just as simply*
Trevor: *shockface* I hardly know you!
John: I know. But it's not like there's really anything special about this time. *except Jack, but he's married*
Trevor: *nods slowly* Things are...changing. This time is a tipping point, I'm just not sure why.
John: Changing? Changing how? What is it about this time, anyway?
Trevor: All I know is the Doctor dumped my brother here to fix things, but we don't know how. *vague Trevor is vague*
John: He hasn't told you anything? *frowns*
Trevor: Not a damn thing. We can't influence people with spoilers or some shit. It's....fucking stupid. *cranky*
John: Well, this isn't my time. And I'm a time-traveler as well. I'm pretty sure that doesn't apply to me.
Trevor: It applies to anyone. *sighs* You can't MAKE people do things, as much as you want to. There are rules, you know that.
John: I know. *doesn't mean he plays by them*
Trevor: We're pretty screwed unless we can nudge events in the right direction. *sigh and puts his head in his hands* I hate this.
John: What can I do to help?
Trevor: *eyebrow* Really? You want to help? *ponders* You know that word the Doctor used to...you know...control Dad? *TMI, Trevor!*
John: *narrows eyes slightly, but doesn't act like it's a big deal* *is VERY curious about this* Why? What's it to you?
Trevor: He won't tell us, and his files are locked. We thought it was the Doctor, but it might be this...word that keeps Dad in line.
John: Tell me more. Maybe I can find out.
Trevor: *skeptical* You mean you don't know? We can't ask him, he won't say anything.
John: Don't you worry about that. *grins*
Trevor: How are you going to find out without asking him?
John: I have my ways.
Trevor: *nods gently* Sure...just don't let him know I asked you for help, OK?
John: No problem. It means a lot to you, this...word?
Trevor: *srsly* It could be a matter of life and death, John.
John: How do you mean? *suddenly feels protective of Jack*
Trevor: *eyebrow, wondering if maybe John doesn't know Trevor's father as well as he was lead to believe* Isn't it always? Hero stuff.
John: *rolls eyes* Not exactly like it's gonna get him killed, but...
Trevor:...but what? I don't want anyone to get hurt.
John: Nobody will get hurt. I...I promise. *no, that didn't almost kill him to do*
Trevor: *genuine smile* Thank you, John. You have no idea what this means to me.
John: *nods* Don't mention it. *no, really - not sure if he's ready to be a good guy yet*
Trevor: Let me know how it goes, yeah?
John: I will.