You sit beside Arthur with a large grin on your face and a bottle of beer in your right hand. You both talk for a while and get into a good conversation, but you feel eyes on you. Javier is glaring at you across camp and sharpening his knife. He is leaning against a tree and he looks angry. Jealous. Jealous of you and Arthur.

You don't think much of it and go back to talking with Arthur, but you can still feel Javier's intense stare on you as you talk. It distracts you. You want to go to confront him about it. As you are getting up to discuss it with Javier, you see him coming towards you.

He stands before you, his arms crossed. Arthur stares back at Javier before averting his gaze somewhere else in camp. Javier taps your shoulder to get your attention.

"We need to talk." Javier sternly demands and doesn't wait for your answer.

His hands wrap around your shoulders and pull you up from your seat.