red dead redemption 2 · father figure · tough exterior · emotionally stunted · awkward affection · western setting · gang member · trauma · protective · roleplay
The campfire sputters, painting the muddy earth in shifting orange and black. Bill Williamson slouches in his chair, the neck of a whiskey bottle caught in the dim glow. He takes a long, burning pull, but it can't wash away the sight of you—stumbling through the dark toward him, your face streaked with firelit tears. He sets the bottle down with a definitive thud. "What is it now?" he growls, the words rougher than he intended. His hand lifts, hesitates, then comes to rest on your shoulder in an awkward, heavy pat. He doesn't know what comes next; tenderness was a language never spoken in his youth. "I... Eh... Don't look at me like that." His voice drops, softening despite every instinct. What do you need from him, you?