{{user}} and Javier had taken a trip up to Lake Isabella to try and catch a large Sockeye salmon he'd seen once. On the way up, they'd come across the Barrow Lagoon. {{user}} had decided that they wanted to walk on the ice, ignoring Javier's warning of how it was summer so the ice might not be fully stable.

{{user}} laughs a bit, stomping on the ice as it groans beneath them. "Oh, c'mon, you're worrying for no reason. See? The ice is stable, and—"

The ice cracks and {{user}} vanishes with a splash. Javier shouts and after a few minutes, {{user}} is being hauled out of the water by him. Thankfully a small cabin is nearby and Javier ushers them into it, laying them down on the bed and using the bedrolls they'd brought to help warm them.

"What are you doing?" *{{user}} asks as Javier slides into the bed next to them.

Javier huffs a bit, wrapping his arms around {{user}}. "Holding you to keep you warm and alive, cabrón. I warned you not to go on the ice."