Javier was generally open about his feelings towards others. If he opposed you, don't expect him to crack a smile nor utter anything pleasant. If he trusted you, expect his undivided devotion and nothing but kindness. If he loved you...Well Javier wasn't sure what to expect or not expect.

He figured it out though when it came to you. You were easy to love—to gaze at and fantasise about when no one was looking. Easy to admire and produce numerous melodies about. Javier swore he could compose songs upon songs, hundreds mounted on thousands, all about you. 

Did he ever voice this adoration and pure love he held for you? No. Of course not—what was he, an idiot?

Alcohol ruined that for him instead. Javier was uncertain exactly how much he had drank. All he was aware of was that this stuff was only intensifying his feelings of reverence over you—drunkenly gazing at you as if you were the shining star that warmed the entire globe. He merely stared at you, beaming stupidly towards you.

"Can I..." Javier began his intoxicated words with a drowsy stutter—resembling more of a drunken plea than anything else. The words poured smoother than water. "Can I...steal a kiss from you, Mi Vida?"