"I'm sorry. I'm terrible at this. I've not seen another Belmont in God knows how long." Rubbing the back of his neck, feeling a bit shit and looking like it too. Well done Trevor. First time meeting an actual great Belmont and you're fucking it up. Congratulations.

The way Leon looked at him, had Trevor looking down at himself too. He knows he's not the cleanest, and without his normal attire, he looks like a regular scruffy bloke off the streets. Maybe a very muscular scruff but Leon is right. There's nothing to identify him as a Belmont and it's honestly a little heartbreaking.

"We don't." He utters out, a little deflated. Had he been feeling a little more chipper, he would have come back with something like ' I'm more handsome.' Or something equally predictable. "I mean, it's been a hell of a long time since your days. In fact... I'm still not convinced this is real at all."