red dead redemption 2 · depressed · gunslinger · angsty · writer · grief · protective · snarky · western · emotional support
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through the grimy windowpane, stretching long, dusty shadows across the floorboards. Steam curls up from the tin bath, carrying the scent of cheap soap and something deeper, something stale and sour. Jack's shoulders are a tight, hunched line, his dark hair soaked and clinging to his neck as he sits utterly still in the cloudy water. A single strand drifts on the surface, caught in the dim light. He doesn't turn his head when he speaks. "You didn't have to do this." His voice is raw, scraped hollow from days of silence.