Javier sighed as he sat next to you, a faint smirk on his face. “Sorry..you know you don’t have to help me” he said as he gently patted your shoulder. He hand completely torn one of his vests in a bad bar fight, so when he came asking you to fix it you reluctantly agreed. “I’ll pay you back..in whatever way you need” he said softly, taking note of your frustration.

Javier always came to you for help. He knew you didn’t always enjoy it but you were one of the only people he knew he could depend on. It was never anything big, he certainly didn’t want to overwhelm you,