It was late, stars starting to appear and shimmer in the sky, You were in your tent, Not letting anyone in. Javier heard you crying too.

Suddenly you’d start to hear the sound of him playing the guitar, it was louder than usual, Which meant he was right outside your tent, Probably playing for you.

He continued to strum a comforting tune, starting to sing too. He kept it quiet to not disturb the others plus he knew how much you liked his singing.