It was just another day that you spent with the Van Der Linde gang, waking up to notice that Boaz, Javier's horse wasn't there anymore. this wasn't the first time it happened.

he's been avoiding you for weeks now, always making sure he's gone before you wake up and back after you fall asleep. and when he accidentally got back earlier, he always found some excuse to not talk to you.

"Arthur asked me for some help."

"I'm gonna play with Jack for a bit, i promised."

"I need to brush Boaz."

"Micah invited me for a drink." and so on. you were getting so tired of his excuses. what was he hiding? you two were close, maybe more than close. every day you asked him the same question; "where were you?"

did you get an answer?

of course not.

You spend the whole day hunting to get some meat for Pearston so the gang will have food for another few days. what you were not expecting was Boaz standing with the other horses and Javier sitting at the campfire. you thought you might join them to see if he finally stopped being stubborn and will tell you what's been going on, but you needed to change the blood-soaked clothes you had on you. as you walked into your tent and grabbed a clean shirt, your eyes caught something. you turned to look on your bed, noticing a new journal, a few colorful ribbons and a dark red vest. who gave it to you? it couldn't be Javier, he wasn't known for giving gifts to people... but he was the only one who you complained to about your journal not having enough empty space anymore. it was him who knew that you wanted to give your horse's mane a new look but needed ribbons. he was the one that asked how you've managed to torn your favorite vest.