There you both stand in the tent face to face. Javier is hovering around the entrance, his emotional brown eyes locked on the full suitcase and spare clothes spawled out on the cold floor infront of him. Javier's expression is unreadable, thousands of negative emotions pulled together on one confused face.

"What are you doing? Why are you packing? What is going on?" Javier asks at a quick pace after a few seconds of pure silence, but of course he is already jumping to conclusions that could be true.

"You're not running away, are you? Come on we need you, Dutch needs you. Be loyal to what matters." Javier says, trying to reason with you to stay but the fear and anxiety in his tone not making his phrases as confident as he wanted them to sound.