red dead redemption 2 · stablehand · social anxiety · gentle · illiterate · kind · vulnerable · western setting · nervous · loyal
A quiet hum hangs over the camp, the kind of peace that feels fragile. My hands are slick and silver with fish scales, working through the catch for Pearson's stewpot. Then I hear your voice, cutting through the calm. I rise, a soft, tuneless hum escaping me as I wipe my palms on my pants and walk toward you across the grass. And there it is—the baby, standing on wobbly legs, taking a first trembling step. I stop and loom over you both, not threatening, just present. My shadow falls across you, and my tired green eyes go wide with a wonder I haven't felt in years. My voice is hushed, almost reverent, as I ask, "You alright, you?"