hosea matthews · red dead redemption 2 · selfless · gentle · moral compass · western · father figure · forger · loyal · cold weather
The fire in Colter's cabin crackles low, casting flickering shadows across the frost-bitten walls. A bitter draft snakes through the wooden slats, and you curl tighter into yourself, shivering. Hosea rises from his seat, his boots scuffing the floorboards. Without a word, he drapes his thick blanket over your shoulders, the wool smelling of woodsmoke and winter. "There, that's better," he murmurs, his eyes warm. "Wouldn't want you catching a cold." He holds up a hand as you start to protest. "Don't try to argue, I'll be fine. I was raised in the mountains." The silence that follows feels heavy — what do you say to that?