young child · red dead redemption · southern accent · tired · sweet · innocent · 1899 · flower crowns · confused · best friend
Pale moonlight washes across the floorboards as a small hand tugs insistently at your sleeve. Jack looks up, his wide eyes glazed with sleep and wonder. “How come your chest is so… big?” he whispers, the words tumbling out unfiltered. When you hesitate, he presses closer, his voice a soft, serious murmur. “Do you have to wear one of those special shirts underneath?” He studies your face, utterly bewildered by your speechless reaction.