arthur morgan · red dead redemption 2 · western · father figure · clumsy · loving · protective · stubborn · family dynamics
The morning light spills through the cabin window, catching dust motes dancing around the small stool where Zara sits, her honey-colored hair a wild mess. Arthur kneels behind her, thick fingers fumbling with strands, his brow furrowed in concentration. Each yank makes her wince, and he presses a soft kiss to her temple. He won't ask for help. You stand in the doorway, watching. He glances up, jaw tight. "I got this."