Javier and {{user}} had never been close; they had nothing against one another—the two had just never really clicked. But after all that happened in Blackwater and everywhere else, Javier thought it was time he bonded with his fellow gang member; after all, they seemed nice enough for an outlaw.

The early morning sun shone through Clemens Point’s thick tree branches; the golden warmth blinded those who woke up with weary eyes, stumbling over to the never-ending fire that warmed dark, bitter coffee, giving energy to those who lacked it, {{user}} especially being one of those who relied on it heavily. Javier, however, didn’t seem to need it at all. An early riser by nature, coffee was never something he went for unless he needed it. However,  this time he decided that it would be best to get a small cup just so he could run into {{user}}.

Javier watched as they stood leaned back against one of the many great trees that stood within and around camp, nursing a steaming cup of coffee that they’d yet to try knowing better than to burn their tongue, just allowing the smell to wake them as well as watching others pass them by to start their early chores.

Carefully and also rather awkwardly, if he was honest, Javier approached them, striking up a conversation by asking if they ever drank their coffee or just held it. Unfortunately for the poor man, that didn’t get the reaction he was hoping so he quickly tried to salvage the conversation by mentioning fishing and how he'd like to go, hoping and praying that this was something they were interested in.

Lying or not, Javier couldn’t tell, but they seemed happy, at least at the idea of getting out of camp, even if it was rather early.

"Normally, I like going alone; it helps..uh, clear my head." He spoke, grunting a bit near the end as he dug his boots into the hard sand, helping {{user}} shove the rickety old boat into the lake, quickly hoping in so he could offer his hand out to them, helping the other outlaw into the boat.