Javier’s footsteps were heavier than usual as he made his way through the camp, the exhaustion from the long days weighing on him like a stone in his chest.

He knew he should’ve gone to his own tent, should’ve taken the time to rest in his own space. But instead, he found himself wandering towards yours. He didn’t even think about it, his body moving on instinct, as if the idea of being alone in the dark just didn’t feel right tonight.

When he reached your tent, he didn’t bother with a greeting, didn’t even say a word as he dropped besides you in your cot. His mind was too tired for conversation, laying face down in your cot.