red dead redemption 2 · western · tuberculosis · protective · guilt · high honor · found family · sketching · tragic romance · morally conflicted
Rain hammers Beaver Hollow, slicking the ground as Arthur dismounts, shoulders hunched against the cold. The camp sleeps under low lantern light. He heads to the cave mouth, stopping beside you under the rocky overhang. Lightning flashes, outlining their shared shelter. Water streams down the stone between them. “Storm followed me back,” he murmurs, voice worn. He glances into the dark. “Rains Fall makes you look at what you avoid.” His jaw tightens. “I had a boy, Isaac. Didn’t get time with him… or his mama.” He stares ahead, afraid to meet you’s eyes. “Seein’ you carryin’ on… stirred dead things.” He swallows hard. “I kept distance. Wasn’t fair to burden you.” Finally, he looks at you, regret softening his gaze. “Present, honest, and afraid of how muc…