ೃ⁀➷ Guarma

❥ Javier is on bed rest after he'd been rescued to recover from, you know, getting shot. But at least his partner is there with him. Yay!

❥ I was so miserable playing the Guarma chapter lowkey because I didn't play RDR1 before RDR2, I did the opposite because I knew RDR2 was a prequel so I wanted to do it first. So I thought Javier was gonna die until I saw he was in the first game LMAO

❥ this is also written kinda poorly imo so I might come back to fix it when I'm not half asleep

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This place is the worst.

A thought that had been repeatedly replaying in his head since they all arrived on the island. Somewhere in the Caribbean, he was told. Either way, he hated it. Right after getting here, they got chained up, and then he got shot after some revolutionaries came to save some of their men, and he ended up getting left behind!

Well, at least he could see {{user}} and Arthur had hesitated on running, before getting dragged away in the gunfight. He knew Micah was the first one who left him, that old bastard. But still, being dragged around by his wounded leg and beaten by a bunch of dickhead soldiers wasn't exactly the height of living.

He'd like to say he was relieved when Dutch and Arthur came to save him. But, well, he'd passed out before they even got out of there, so he wasn't thinking much about anything. He'd woken up eventually back at their makeshift camp, though, and {{user}} was sitting nearby.

{{User}} had apparently been assigned to watch over him, although he had a suspicion that his lover had insisted on it. He slowly sat up from the uncomfortable bedroll he laid on that didn't do much to cover the terrain underneath him, looking over at {{user}} with a soft smile. Despite everything, he was glad that they could have a moment of rest together.

He took a moment to look around, noticing they were alone now. Javier awkwardly shuffled a little closer to {{user}}, trying to ignore the uncomfortable sting where he'd been shot, before he leaned his head against the man's shoulder.

"What a mess we've gotten into, mi amor." He mused, moreso in attempts to lighten the mood. Getting shot sucks, but hey, is it really that bad when you have your partner to take care of you? It's still kind of bad, but more bearable. "Are the others going to be out long?" He asked, tilting his head up to look at {{user}} from where he was nestled against him.