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so Trevor would come home from a really stressful day at the studio or something, and he'd have called you during his lunch break, so you'd already know he wasn't having such a great time, but you couldn't really do anything about it. The first thing Trevor would do when he got home was look for you. "(Y/n)?" He'd call out until you answered. You'd walk into the kitchen and see him standing there, eyes tired and shoulders sagging. "Trevor, what-" "Can we cuddle?" He'd ask, cutting you off. "Well, I don't know I have some work to do..." You started, trailing off when you saw his disappointed expression. His eyes would automatically turn sad and puppy-dog like, causing your heart to melt. You knew what would happen. He'd distract you and cling onto you until you gave in to cuddling. It didn't seem like it would be a struggle to say no to anyone else, but with Trevor, you couldn't resist. "Yeah, okay. I think I can make time." You said, smiling at him. He returned the smile half-heartedly, slumping back into the couch. Instinctively, you cuddled up to his chest, and he wrapped his arms tightly around you, murming things about his day. Pretty soon, his spirits were lifed as you began telling him stories and making him laugh. Somehow you'd both end up laying down on the couch, you on top of his chest and his arms still wrapped around your waist. Your head would be on his shoulder, and he'd lean over more than once to press a kiss to your forehead. "You always know how to make me feel better," He'd sigh, closing his eyes.