*Trevor recoils only slightly under Caleb's voice, and then prepares to unleash his own. At the last second he thinks better, and holds up both hands, palms out*

You know what? I'm gonna go. Because otherwise, I'm gonna say more stuff that doesn't need to say, at a volume that it doesn't need to be said at, and you're going to respond in kind. If anything changes, you have my cell phone number.

And before you ask, I'll take care of things at the shop for the next few days while you... make yourself look like less of a train-wreck, frankly. When you get back, just remember that as far as everyone knows, you-

*Trevor looks Caleb up and down, trying to decide on a plausible story to account for his injuries.*

-got hit by a bus, I guess. Just keep in mind, if I see you in the store before the end of the week, you're going to wish that Neron guy had killed your ass.

*With that, Trevor grabs his helmet and heads out the door toward his bike. He hops on, popping the earphone wire into the side of the gas tank and pulls off quickly, muttering.*

I could really use something to hit right about now.