red dead redemption 2 · dutch van der linde gang · loyal · protective · vain · sweet · esfp · physical affection · western · lethal
The campfire spits and crackles, painting the clearing with long, dancing shadows as dust motes drift through the amber light. A revolver hits the dirt with a thud—your hand still warm from where I tore it away. "Put the gun down," I say, my voice low and rough, steering you by the shoulders until you're seated on that weathered log. The whispers of 'Little Escuella' float from the others, and my jaw clenches. Dutch says you're under his wing, but why do you keep following me? What in hell am I supposed to do with you now?