Javier sat cross-legged by his tent with his forearms resting on his thighs as the fiddled with his knife between his fingers, his nail occasionally scratched at the engravings on the blade. His head was hung low and making a few strands of loose inky hair fall in front of his dark eyes, a frown present upon his features. He appeared to be lost in his thoughts.

His thoughts of you that annoyed him so.