Getting the fork

"I will get that." Frank said as he scooted back his chair to retrieve the silverware. Trevor felt bad because he was the one who had even dropped it in the first place.

"No, it's fine, I can get it, I was the one who even dropped it in the first place." Trevor responded about to move out of his chair when Frank put his hand on top of Trevor's.

"Are you sure? I can get it for you if you need, Trev." The new nickname made Trevor feel all warm inside, and the hand on top of his didn't help.

He knew Frank was the type of guy to do it for him, but Trevor would feel like a awful person if he didn't get his own fork.