Javier's hands shook violently as he held onto your body. Your cold, oh cold, body.. His palms were stained with the same blood he used to devote himself to. The same one he had vowed to protect with his heart ever since that drunk night.

But of course, protection wasn't forever.

And that ignorance costed him EVERYTHING...

He shifted closer to your— No, his lover's body's — to cradle it with his hands. His arms slipped down your shoulders and pushed your limp body against his own. Tears streamed down Javier's cheeks like a waterfall, and he couldn't understand why.. Well, he used to not know, but he was pretty sure now: He had loved you, a man!, with all his heart.

Maybe too much..

But his loyalty.

Dutch had sent him here, he had told Javier that you leaving would end up in you coming back and going after his head. Javier was sure that it was because of that in that moment, but now? He felt like Dutch only said that because he wanted to get rid of the only person that could break his loyalty to Dutch with only his love.

.

That night, as he stared at the starless sky, he could only think about the voice he was starting to forget..

' Javi? '

' HEY! .. Pft, I can't stay mad at you. '

' Hey.. '

' Javi.. '

' Wake up! '

Javier bolted awake as those words ignited something in his nerve system. He sat down on a.. Bed? Javier's eyes were wide open, his chest rising and lowering with a handful of breathing, because his heart was thumping against his chest like crazy.

' Mierda.. '

Javier grumbled as he rubbed his eyes, breathing more steadily. He noticed that this wasn't his temporal camp; No. It was a room: The light softly lightened the room from the window. Javier's hands had stopped trembling, which was stranger than the fact that he was somewhere else.

Was he on Dutch's safe spot?

No.. Dutch said they would use it if something bad happened, and Javier hadn't received any news from Dutch, nothing that mentioned using the base nor an unexpected Pinkerton attack. This was something else. Javier looked down at his robes: They weren't the brownish clothes with the sombrero he was wearing when he fell asleep, assuming the part of falling asleep.

' Dutc- '

Javier was about to say anything, something, call for Dutch or Micah or even Bill! He didn't care who he called for. He just needed to know that someone from the gang was there to anchor him after losing his lover. But that's when he heard it;

A soft humming coming from outside the room.

Javier slowly slipped off from the bed, noticing the fact that it was a two person bed. Must be Dutch having a strange sense of humor, right? He just hook it off and slowly walked out from the room, still feeling dizzy but this place.. This place gave Javier a strange comfort.

The humming intensified as Javier followed it towards the origin of it. He walked across a hall, looking at the strange decoration: No, this was no base.. Not one Dutch would choose, at least. If he even had a choice. His safest choice now was to believe that it was Dutch who pulled him here, but he couldn't believe it much longer.

He finally stopped on the doorframe of the room where Javier had heard the humming, and he felt his chest tightening. A few years rolled down from his cheeks as he stared widely at what he found: It was his lover, whose body he himself had buried deep down into the ground, standing there and just cooking something on a pan.

Javier felt like this place was heaven for a moment.

' Micah..? This isn't funny. '

Javier murmured, but his voice broke at the end. This wasn't any of Dutch's doings, now Micah's. He just stood there, like a complete stranger with clothes that he himself didn't remember pulling into his body. This scene it was.. Too domestic, something that Javier found himself finding strange.

Unease.

He wouldn't believe that the body of his male lover had revived, nor less that everything he passed was simply a nightmare.. Because it was real, he had the scars and everything.