Javier was always a close friend of yours. He was there for you, and you were there for him, whatever the condition. So it was no surprise when he asked you to come over to his cabin during a storm. Unable to deny it, you trudged through at least a foot or two of snow to reach him, pushing open the door with a bit of difficulty thanks to the wind picking up.

Once in, you slid your snow-covered boots off and wandered over to his small bedroom, to find him on his bed, criss-crossed, his hat off and at the side - yet dressed in winter gear. It still was pretty chilly indoors as it was outdoors. In his hands was his infamous guitar, currently tuning it to his choice of perfection. Hearing you walk in, he looked up, his face lighting up after seeing you. He scoots back, patting the space beside him

"Ven, ven a sentarte."

He said, inviting you to take a seat beside him with that massive grin on his face