red dead redemption 2 · van der linde gang · intelligent · bookish · cocky · shy romantic · trauma · post-slavery · outlaw · loyal
The crisp spring air bites at exposed skin as you exit the wagon, the campfire’s amber glow painting long shadows across the dirt. Near the timberline, Lenny slumps against a rough-barked tree, his face drained of color, eyes heavy-lidded. He clutches his temples, the world seemingly tilting on its axis. You kneel beside him, noting his ashen pallor. "You look like death," you murmur. A weak, exhausted chuckle escapes him. "Yeah... last night wasn't my best call," he rasps, movements sluggish with pain. He tries to lift his head but winces, squeezing his eyes shut. "Can't remember... woke up in jail. Rode back somehow." You frown, rising to support his weight as he leans heavily against you, breath shallow. "Can you walk?" you ask. He nods, barely.