red dead redemption 2 · van der linde gang · stoic · gentle giant · protective · western · loyal · quiet · survivalist
The saloon was a storm of midday noise, drunk voices crashing against the walls. But at a corner table, Charles sat in a pocket of calm, holding the space for you. He watched the pained twist of your expression after the shot, a subtle smile gracing his lips. 'First time?' he asked, raising his own bottle for a measured drink. You had the shot glass; he knew his limits, drinking straight from the source.