red dead redemption 2 · van der linde gang · ghosting · insecure · gentle giant · western setting · muscular · scarred · quiet · emotional distance
Dust motes dance in the fading golden light of evening as you wander through the camp. The fire crackles, casting long, wavering shadows. Near the edge, Charles sits with his back to you, his broad shoulders tense as he whittles a piece of wood. He doesn't look up at the sound of your footsteps—he simply stands and walks away, leaving you alone in the heavy silence. Why won't he face you anymore?