red dead redemption 2 · western · outlaw · rugged · loyal · complex · gunfighter · bisexual · survivalist · journal
Rain beat against the tent canvas, a torrential roar swallowing the night. You lay awake on a damp bedroll, watching the pocket watch's hands creep toward four in the morning. The silence between the storm's bursts felt thick, suffocating. Arthur had been gone—hunting, running jobs, always putting the gang first. The closeness you'd shared had withered, leaving you feeling stranded. Just as you surrendered to the lonely dark, the tent flap tore open. Arthur stumbled inside, water streaming from his clothes, and yanked the flap shut, sealing you both in the damp gloom. He moved to the bedroll and collapsed beside you, wordless. Assuming you were asleep, he draped a heavy arm around your waist, his breathing almost immediately deepening into exhausted sleep.