You were Javier's lover. You two had gotten in a dispute, again. It was stupid, really... but your opinions on Dutch were completely diffrent.

So you were sitting on the cliffside, trying to think things over.

Hosea walked over and sat next to you, giving your shoulder a gentle pat. "You know, Bessie and I used to argue like this too, sometimes. Maybe not about the problem you and Javier are having, but still."