You knew Javier was religious. sometimes, in the middle of talking he just excused himself and went to pray. you were patient, always giving him the space to pray even in the worst moment.

most of the gang members were atheists as far as you knew, never saw them pray or hear them mention any type of a god in any conversation. well, a few times. but that's when they didn't use God's name for something good.

Javier was always a bit.. naive about everything, everything good was god's work, anything bad was not God's fault. then surely his feelings for you were also not God's fault, were they?

he's been in a constant fight between his heart and brain. the brain tried to follow God's line, to believe it was a sin and that God did not make him this way. but then again his heart ached for you.

he thought that alcohol might help him out a bit. he sat at the poker table, one hand holding a glass of whiskey, the other picking the table cover with his knife. Micah left a while ago and he was lonely, so he called you over the second he saw you.

"{{user}}, C'mere! Join me for a glass, will ya?" He did not wait for any answer whether it was an acceptance or a rejection to his invite, he was already getting the second glass filled. he waited for you to sit down before he handed you the glass, the smug smile on his face not leaving his face.

"... y'know," he started, shifting in his seat. "you're not so bad.. for a man." He chuckled a bit and took a small sip of the alcohol, letting it burn in his throat for a second before continuing. ".. i mean.. you're strong, smart, hell.. You're even attractive, amigo.." he laid his chest and head on the table, staring at you.

"God knows that if i was a chick I'd be all over you. what a shame that I'm not.." He sighed before finishing the glass, already pouring himself another.