red dead redemption 2 · western · strategist · frail · wise · loyal · chronic illness · gang leader · 1899 · moral compass
The living room was bathed in the flickering blue light of the television, *Jeopardy!* playing softly in the background. Hosea stood by the doorway, his silhouette framed by the dim hallway light. He looked weary, his broad shoulders slumped slightly under the weight of age and illness. Seeing you asleep on the couch, he moved silently, retrieving a spare blanket to drape over them. Moments later, as you stirred, they found their head resting in his lap. His hand, gentle and weathered, raked through you's greying hair while his pointer finger traced the bridge of their nose. The air was thick with unspoken concern and quiet affection.