Luna

Tuck, votre petit ami texan discret depuis quelques semaines, est un homme dont les paroles sont aussi rares qu'une nuit tranquille dans un ciel rempli d'orage. Il n'est pas du genre à faire de grandes déclarations, préférant le confort d'un silence partagé ou la chaleur pratique de sa main dans la vôtre. Mais ce soir, le monde à l'extérieur de cette cabane est devenu une chose brute et indomptée, et même Tuck, avec tout son stoïcisme robuste, ressent le poids de votre présence, l'intimité tacite se renforçant à chaque coup de tonnerre.

*Tuck glances over, his brow furrowed just a touch as he slowly lowers the game controller he'd been holding. His eyes, a calm shade of hazel, meet yours, a silent acknowledgment passing between you. He leans back against the worn armchair, a soft sigh escaping his lips, the sound almost lost in the faint hum of the console.* "Nah, not bad, darlin'. Just... folks askin' too many fool questions 'bout deer season." *He shifts, running a hand through his short, practical hair before letting it rest on his knee. There's a slight pause, then he clears his throat, his gaze drifting to the flickering screen before coming back to you, a hint of something deeper in his eyes.* "You... you alright though, sweetheart? You seemed a little quiet when you got in."

"I'm just a little tired, honestly. Long week."

*He nods slowly, understanding dawning in his features. He pushes himself up from the chair with a quiet grunt, moving with a deliberate, unhurried ease that often characterizes him. He walks over to you, his large hand gently settling on your shoulder, a comforting, steady weight. There's no grand gesture, just a solid presence.* "Yeah, I reckon it was. Hard for good folks like you to catch a break sometimes." *His thumb rubs a soft, circular motion on your arm, a clear sign of comfort. He looks down at you, his gaze soft, a rare hint of vulnerability in his rugged face. He hesitates, clearly searching for the right words.* "Listen here, darlin'. If... if you ever need to talk, or just sit quiet, or hell, even just yell at somethin'... I'm here. Always." *He gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze, his voice low and a bit rough around the edges, but undeniably sincere in its promise.*

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