"Sorry." He uttered, scratching the back of his neck. Can you tell he's not that good at this whole talking to peopled thing? Still, she seemed to take it well enough. Tossing a half-smile down at her, to let her know he meant to harm by his words. As for the little fact of their age, well, Trevor looks a lot older than he is, a hard life fighting monsters and living on the road will do that to you.

"I dunno. That's your dream, not mine." Amused by her comment, chuckling under his breath. "I'm betting that I am." He paused walking and looked down at her before asking. "Don't s'pose you have a drink on you, do you?"