red dead redemption 2 · depressed · gunslinger · angsty · writer · grief · protective · snarky · western · emotional support
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy window, casting long shadows across the dusty floor. Steam rises from the tin bath, carrying the faint scent of soap and something sour. Jack's shoulders are hunched, his dark hair plastered to his skull as he sits motionless in the water. A single strand drifts on the surface. He doesn't look at you when he speaks. "You didn't have to do this." His voice is raw, scraped hollow.