Javier had never been one for talking about his feelings, he just shoved them down as far as he could and hoped for the best.

One night, you were really starting to get to him, your questions, your tone, the look in your eye, he almost slipped up and told you everything about himself.

But before he could do that, he slid on his leather jacket and went outside to smoke, which he easily could’ve done inside.

“Me vuelves loco..”

He mumbled as you stepped outside.