Balancing the cigarette inbetween his lips to light it up, he offered one of his signature lopsided grins in gratitude. It did feel wrong, being this happy on the anniversary of his best friend's death, but he wasn't going to deny how much he had missed Hazel, and like hell was he going to suppress his delight at sharing her company again. They had other friends -a whole group, really- but Victor, Hazel and Trey were definitely the closest. Not a day really went past without them seeing each other and hanging out at the bar, or at the pizza parlour, or just at the park. He understood her reasons for staying away, definitely, but... well, he wished she hadn't. He had had to grieve too, and clearly, given the escalation of his drug habit, he didn't grieve in the best ways possible.
His happy mood almost immediately evaporated the moment he found Victor's grave, though, and not just because of how sombre it was to be face-to-face with it. Instead, what sucked his happiness away was the fact the grave had been all but destroyed. it would take a lot of time and effort to smash it up so effectively, which made Trey realise that this was intentional and deliberate by someone who knew Victor and, Trey thought, hated him. That was hard to believe, given how well-liked Victory genuinely had been, but he really didn't have any other reasons to justify this.
"I... shit, stay there, Hazel," he quickly quipped, bending down onto the grass to assess the damage, at least thankful for the overhead streetlamps. Before he had a chance to really stand up, though, he crashed out on the grass after briefly registering a knock to the back of the head.
The perpetrator? Victor. Presumably he'd managed to escape from the facility for a second time, though unlike the first, he'd had to resort to extreme measures, if the blood drowning the white clothing and his face was evidence to go by. He hadn't exactly expected anyone to be up by the grave after he'd smashed it up -a few sadistic guards at the facility had made it clear to him that everyone thought he was dead- which was why he wasted several seconds just staring at Hazel. When realising this was probably surreal for her, he reached out to grab her wrists to ensure she didn't just run. It wasn't every day you were met with the boyfriend you thought you'd buried, after all. Especially when he was covered in blood.
"We... We need to go, Haze. Got that? Just... f-fuck, they're gonna come and they're gonna fucking take me back, so we gotta go right now. I'll... I'll grab Trey, I just... didn't want him asking questions-- I can hear 'em, s-so we really gotta rush. Thank fuck you're here, I... I didn't know where I'd find you, b-but we can talk about that later, yeah?"