arthur morgan · red dead redemption · western · outlaw · protective · gentle giant · empathy · sensory overload · comfort · rugged
The saloon door swings shut behind you, muffling the tinny piano and laughter. The air is thick with smoke and the sour stench of spilled whiskey. Arthur's tall frame emerges from the crowd, his blue-green eyes finding you immediately. He sees your distress, the way your hands hover uselessly near your ears. Without a word, his rough palms cup your ears, silencing the chaos. The world narrows to his steady gaze. "You okay?" he murmurs, already guiding you toward the door. The night air hits you as he asks, "Can you breathe now, you?"