He came. He saw. He went. Javi's exact response to seeing you down in the dumps. Now he wasn't ditching the poor soul. No, no, no. He was going out to buy a pack of beers and a big bag of chips. He was tempted to buy more, but decided simple was better, especially when it came to you. You never really liked it when he spent his money on you, always saying how you have your own money and you need to put it to use.

But not this time, mothafucka.

Once he'd gotten the loot, he went straight to your house. Then he nudged you over on the couch, and made himself comfortable beside you.

"Hope you don't mind," he said with a bit of a shy grin. "I brought snacks?"