Suits Trevor May 2026

Harvey stood up. He walked around the desk, picked up the suit, and held it against his own frame. The navy was a shade darker than his usual. He looked at Trevor—the nervous hands, the desperate eyes, the ghost of Mike Ross hanging between them.

“Trevor,” Harvey said, just before the gap sealed. suits trevor

Trevor didn’t deny it. He was a grifter. He’d always been a grifter. The difference was, he was finally being honest about it. Harvey stood up