The camp didn’t ask about Y/N and Javier Escuella.They weren’t official, but everyone knew which tent she slept in. They cooked together,shared cigarettes, sat too close by the fire.Sometimes things went further—only when Y/N started it,Javier always careful.Mostly, it was comfort.Dutch had begun ignoring Molly, his attention drifting toward Y/N.Lingering looks.Too-warm praise. It confused her—she liked Javier.he noticed everything.That night,Y/N slipped into his tent as always,as Dutch watched.