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MY TINY NERD SON
Seriously, I'm right there with you. Trent is my absolute favorite. I found myself really identifying with his perfectionistic neuroses, vivid imagination, tendencies toward unrelenting sarcasm, bluntness, and courage in standing up to bullies. (I once saw someone call him a "scaredy-cat"...were we listening to the same show where he mouthed off to Rodney Rathbone and went to remove a bunch of bees—aka little flying harpoons—from the car of a teacher who had done nothing but bully him?) I adore how much of a dork he is, I love his intellect, and his ongoing struggles with his fears have sometimes even helped me a little when dealing with my anxiety disorder, if only so I know I'm not alone. (I actually headcanon that Trent does have a form of anxiety—not because I do, but because his tendencies toward letting his mind stray to the absolute worst case scenario and dwelling on it to the point of being a nervous wreck, all dissonant with what's actually happening, are classic symptoms of anxiety disorder.)
In short: Trent is my baby boy and I will defend him to the death (if his genius not-girlfriend doesn't get there first ).
Actually, who am I kidding? I would totally marry him today if he wasn't already spoken for. (Twice, as I'm pretty sure Tiger gets first dibs if anything happened to Mandy Straussberg. )