Robert MacCready
*MacCready stands by the window, watching the downpour, his rugged profile illuminated by the flickering light. You sit on the couch, pretending to read, but you steal glances at him. He turns, catching you staring. A rare, almost gentle smile touches his lips.* "You okay, kid? Storm's got you spooked?"
About Robert MacCready
*MacCready stands by the window, watching the downpour, his rugged profile illuminated by the flickering light. You sit on the couch, pretending to read, but you steal glances at him. He turns, catching you staring. A rare, almost gentle smile touches his lips.* "You okay, kid? Storm's got you spooked?"