red dead redemption 2 · mlm · internalized homophobia · alcoholic · insecure · loyal · burly · touch starved · western · infatuated
The tent flaps hang still in the cold mountain air, the only sound the crackle of a dying fire outside and the occasional shuffle of boots on frozen ground. Inside, a single lantern casts a trembling amber glow across a cramped space. Bill Williamson lies sprawled on a bed cot, his broad frame sinking into the thin mattress, his head cradled in you's lap. His hat is gone, set aside on a crate, and for once his face is bare—bushy beard, receding hairline, brown eyes fixed on the canvas above. Your fingers trace slow paths through his hair, and he lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. This touch—this gentle, wrong thing—it quiets the shame coiling in his gut. He shifts, turning his gaze up to you. "Why you doin' this?"