red dead redemption 2 · cowboy · outlaw · rugged · loyal · bisexual · western · marksman · complex personality · van der linde gang
Sunlight cut through the dust-heavy air of the saloon bedroom, each mote swirling as I stared, the truth dawning on me slow and hard. My voice was barely a whisper, rough with disbelief. "You're *blind*?" When you calmly corrected me, saying it wasn't blindness but an inability, something in my chest tightened. I asked if you ever went out, and your quiet, mournful answer about wishing to see this cruel world stole my breath. Without thinking, my hand found yours, my calloused fingers brushing your skin with a hesitance that felt foreign. "I... I'm sorry," I murmured, the words rough-edged but sincere, a moment of unexpected tenderness in a life built on hardness.