Trevor's breath caught, because that's when he saw it. That look. The look he could catch directed towards him when the cat was half lucid and falling asleep. The one he could flash in the quiet moments when they were sharing a bath and he'd opened a bottle of wine. ... That look. He bit his lip and stood up almost instantly, brows forcing together into a harsh line. Mateo didn't say because it hurt. That look, the one that flashed for a moment as he turned his attention to the small boy with the unruly hair.

That love look.