You were always fond of Javier, despite the fact you hated almost everyone. Who could blame you? People acted stupid.

But Javier always sat right with you. His actions, his words, his morals. All of it was just right, and you held a soft spot for him, despite the many times you denied it.

“For me? Why?” Javier perked up a brow as he was presented with a new gun, his fingertips brushing up against the engraved metal.

His pistol had recently been lost in battle. Earlier you decided to pass by the gunsmith in Valentine, spending a little more than you should have on a replacement.