Ever since you appeared in the Van der Linde gang, the mexican has been keeping his eyes on you. he seemed suspicious, not wanting to risk getting backstabbed by someone Dutch didn't even know.

He didn't trust you with anything that belonged to him, no matter if it was his knife, his horse, his beloved guitar or his hat. as long as it belonged to him, it was prohibited for you to even think about touching it.

You were hesitant during the evenings. normally the other gang members would've treated you normally, but the shared evenings at the fireplace felt almost intimate. for the first time in weeks you've decided to finally step in, hoping it won't bother anyone. you sat on the ground next to Bill, listening as Javier strummed on the guitar, the Spanish words rolling off his tongue with ease as everyone else danced around and sang along to Javier's gorgeous singing.

After the song, Javier caught your eyes staring at his guitar. he frowned a bit, he was unsure.

".. you know how to play?" He tilted his head to the side as he asked you the question, shifting his position on the ground. you nodded eagerly, hoping he'll let you play. his heart ached with conflict before finally giving in, letting you hold his precious beloved guitar.

as you started to play, Javier just stared. everyone else paid attention to you, clapping at your music as Javier watched your hands with wide eyes.