After their talk on set, Paul was keeping his distance from Trevor unless they were filming together. In front of the camera, they played out the parts of lovers in love and lovers dealing with severe betrayal. It was incredibly cathartic to be able to play out that second part on screen for Trevor. Taking pain that had been so private and using it in something entirely public was healing.
That didn't stop Paul from making Alex's job more difficult though. He seemed to take delight in changing what the props should be or deciding that one of the props wasn't good enough quality for him to use. They were small annoyances mostly, and no one let Paul know he was annoying them, especially not Alex, but it slowed down when Trevor noticed it and gave a particularly venomous look to Paul before walking away.
Trevor still enjoyed spending time with Neal and Keri, but being able to go to the theater to rehearse quickly became the highlight of his entire day. Their first rehearsal was a reading, which included singing along with the piano. From there, they began going scene to scene so they could learn where they should be on the stage and their choreography.
Of course, during breaks on the first day, most of the rest of the cast and crew wanted to get photos and autographs from Trevor, which Alex could tell embarrassed him a lot. Trevor had times where he liked being the center of attention, but around other actors was where the fame seemed uncomfortable for him. He loved meeting fans, so he was gracious about it, but he was quick to move them on to something else here in the theater once he had given them the photos and autographs they asked for.
Alex wasn't particularly chummy with most of the actors in the theater company because they were so transient most of the time, but he did work closely with the director and other production staff regularly and got along with them well. When he wasn't entangled with set design and prop repairs, he would sit in the gallery with the director and provide suggestions for subtle changes that were either ergonomic improvements or more in line with the aesthetic the director was looking for. When Alex wasn't discussing things in his wheelhouse, however, he sat quietly and listened to the gossip the rest of the staff shared around while inspecting each part of each scene for mistakes.
Some of that gossip was about Trevor, especially after he had made the comment publicly about being injured. Most of that gossip was around where the injuries came from. Some said bar fight, others said abusive background, and one person said they swear they remember a news article about a gay bashing. Someone snorted and said something about never hearing of a gay doing any bashing but the joke fell flat.
The set makers were working on building up the set and getting the first things painted that Friday after rehearsal, and Trevor had gotten permission to stay after a little longer so he could ice his knee and ankle before he left. Trevor pulled off the compression gear he kept on his ankle and knee when he was dancing. There were long scars with dots for where the stitches were on both his knee and ankle but they were faded now. The original injuries had some jagged cuts from the bone cutting through his skin, but that was even more faded than the surgery scars were.
Alex was leaving the stage when he spotted Trevor resting on a chair in only some shorts pulling the ice pack away from his knee for a moment to take the sting of the cold away for the on-again-off-again cycle that his physical therapist had recommended. Alex looked sympathetic but not piteous as he took in the scars. "So, are you following me, Mr. Trevor?" he quipped.
Trevor looked up at Alex and smirked. "Nah, I don't really like going with the stalker vibe to get a guy's attention. That's more my ex's thing. I just liked what I saw of the theater. I'm not going to lie and say I'm not happy to see you working here, though."
Alex looked pointedly at Trevor's crotch and asked, "Oh really? How happy are you? And when were you going to tell me your secret identity?"
Trevor gave another smirk at the first question, giving a look that said he was happy to show Alex, but then the smile softened a little at the second question. "I didn't really think I was keeping it that secret. I just wasn't sure if you remembered me, or wanted to..."
"It took some not so subtle clues," Alex admitted, "but I was able to deduce who you were. I had some feelings about you disappearing and such but it's water under the bridge now."
Trevor frowned at that, all joking pushed aside now. He knew they would have to get through this conversation before they could move into whatever they would end up being, whether that be friends or more. "Is it really, or should we talk about this? Tell me what you felt, and feel now, about that. We were young, we admitted to being in love with each other, and then, I was suddenly gone...I know my side, but not yours."
Alex considered his words before responding. "Honestly, I think the reverse is the issue. I know how I felt but how I feel now depends a lot on what happened and why you never reached out."
Trevor took a long slow breath in before he motioned to the chair near him, waiting until Alex had taken it to say anything. "Dad found out about you. I don't even remember how; I think he saw us and then stewed on it for a while. When I came home that night, we fought, and I told him he could kick me out but I wasn't going to end it with you."
With that, Trevor let his head fall back as memories flooded his mind, the flashbacks making his whole body ache in remembrance. "I don't remember much after that. I remember him choking me, and I remember my mom screaming at him to stop. I woke up in a hospital in Ann Arbor. There was a CPS investigation, and I heard them telling my aunt that they tried hard to keep families together. They wanted dad to do parenting classes and anger management, but I knew if I went back, I was dead.
"I called your house before I left, but your dad answered. He told me it was better not to get you involved in my mess. He said I was a bad influence and would destroy you and everything that your future could be. I didn't even know where I was going, and I couldn't bring you into it if he was right, so I just hung up the phone. I waited until it was night time, right after they took vitals the night before I was supposed to be released and I took my own IV out and skipped town.
"I went to Detroit. I stole money to start, and then started to...trade favors with adults to survive. Some head for a meal, get fucked for a warm place to sleep, and so on. Sometimes I would find a phone, and call your house just to hear your voice. I was on the streets for about a year to a year and a half before I was arrested with some other prostitutes, and my family was contacted. Luckily Aunt Naomi got to me before my dad did, and she filed an emergency custody order.
