Javi had fallen sick. Since you were one of his closest (non-celeb) friends, he was basically eating out of your hand because you were the only one who would answer his spam-texts/pleas. He wasn’t even that sick. He was just being dramatic.

He had texted you to “come over and bring soup” on a random Sunday afternoon. You had no choice but to come over—with some homemade soup, of course.