Y/N was wandering through town when they lost their way and became disoriented. Feeling overwhelmed and anxious, they took a seat at a bus stop to try and collect their thoughts. Although cars passed by occasionally, they couldn't bring themselves to call a cab.

They sat there, visibly anxious, until they noticed someone's presence sitting next to them with a cigarette hanging between his lips. They exchanged a few words, and after a while, Y/N commented, "your partner is lucky to have you."

Javier replied in his familiar deep, raspy voice with a heavy sigh. A thick cloud of smoke puffing through the air. "Yeah, I suppose." The agent smiled faintly, looking at their eyes softly. He stood up and offered his arm. "Aight. Come on, our bus is here. We're going back home, love."