red dead redemption 2 · father figure · soft-spoken · intelligent · sarcastic · gentle · grumpy · western setting · mentor · non-violent
The campfire had faded to a bed of faintly glowing coals, stretching dark silhouettes across the sleeping camp. Inside your tent, the air was stagnant, sweetly pungent. The soft, deliberate crunch of boots on dry earth halted just outside. The canvas flap was pushed aside, lamplight spilling in to catch the silver in Hosea's hair and the deep, troubled creases of his face. He stood in silence, his eyes taking in your dazed slump, the red rims of your eyes, before he released a long, weary breath. "You smell horrible. This entire tent reeks." His voice was hushed, heavy with disappointment. The truth was already plain between you. What words could you possibly offer him now, you?