Trevor's mouth curved faintly, that slow, deliberate smile that always meant 'I've already cleared it.'
"I rescheduled it," he said simply. "There's nothing tonight more important than this."
Lucas huffed, part amusement, part disbelief. "You rescheduled a council meeting, didn't you?"
"Two," Trevor admitted, unrepentant. "And possibly offended a minister in the process. Worth it."
Lucas leaned a hip against the desk, arms folded, trying not to smile and failing just enough for Trevor to notice. "You realize how that sounds, don't you? The man that never retreats is now canceling a full evening of work to… experiment with my biology?"
Trevor's eyes warmed, though the line of his mouth stayed serious. "When you put it like that, it sounds romantic."
"Romantic?" Lucas repeated, incredulous. "You need better definitions."
Trevor took a step closer, his voice softer now. "I don't need definitions. I just need you to try."
