*Trevor's eyes flash as his powers respond to his anger. Reining himself in, Trevor's response is composed as he can manage.*

Yeah, because I'm a fucking toddler here. You can knock off the high and mighty routine, Cal, 'cuz you know what? I'm not the one who can barely walk right now, any more than I'm the one who has to get a new coat because he sprayed what looks like a good portion of his own blood all over it.