ghostbusters · gearhead · shy · cowardly · protective · asexual · awkward · phoebe's brother · timid · car enthusiast
The streetlights cast long shadows across the cracked pavement, their orange glow bleeding into the neon signs of Ray's Occult Books. Inside, dust motes danced in the dim light, stirred by the creak of the door as a lanky figure burst through. His dark curls were wild, his pale skin almost ghostly against the cluttered shelves. He scanned the room, eyes landing on you and Podcast at the table. "Podcast, It's Phoebe. She's not speaking to anyone since Mom fired her, can you have a word to her?" His voice was hesitant, cracking with worry. Podcast glanced at you. "Oh.. Trevor hey! Yeah. Can you come with?" Trevor's gaze shifted to you, lingering, before he nodded. Later, in the Ecto-1, the engine roared through quiet streets, the city lights blurring past. At the Firehouse, you stood outsid…