Later, Trevor calls Marshall to see if Hallie's coping. She's okay now, but she had been freaking that maybe Marshall looked up his bio dad because she'd somehow failed him. Marshall's finally talked her down from that, so Trevor pushes the Clint-as-boyfriend angle, but Marshall at fifteen has the eternal wisdom our favorite immortal lacks, and recognizes it's not the time. They hang up, and it turns out Trevor is walking in the snow with Claire. She says it's best the truth has come out. Trevor says it hasn't worked so far, but he'll take her word for it. He's pleased she's asked him for a favor. He's accompanying her to Liv's place to confront Hector and kick him out. She just wants him to sort of glower like a good god of war might, rather than a god of love. He tries, but his war face is pathetic and Claire laughs (good naturedly!) at him. They then have a heart to heart about what it was like to be Liv's daughter. She'd get her heart broken and Claire would have to pick up the pieces. She'd leave teenaged Claire to take care of her little sister while she traipsed around the globe with her flakey lovers. Claire just wants her mother to acknowledge the truth that's staring her in the face. Trevor blathers about Liv's truth being a world filled with love. Yeah Show, we already got why Claire is who she is during the previous act.
Liv's apartment is a mess. There are wine glasses, pizza boxes and a bunch of things cluttering up the place, including Hector, who's sleeping on the couch. He has the stereo on, and is wearing headphones on his ears, so he doesn't hear Claire and Trevor enter. When Hector's young floozy enters the room wearing just her undies and an open robe, Trevor takes offense on Liv's behalf, blasts the stereo's volume and startles Hector awake. Claire tells him to get out or she'll call the cops. The expression on Trevor's face would make Mars so proud.