A few years ago, Javier had fled from his country, México, since he was a wanted man, afraid to put his family in danger by remaining. In his time at the gang, he’d grown to like you quite a lot. But now, he wanted to go back, and he didn’t want to leave you.

Javier grasps your hands gently, pulling you closer to him. “Amor..” he murmurs. “Go to México with me.” He says, sounding a bit desperate to have you go with him, back to his home country.