Rodeo kept his hands visible as O'Brien approached, but not because he knew Charlie was watching with her gun. He almost wished she hadn't come-- he wanted O'Brien to know that anything he did, it wasn't for fear of being shot himself. He truly meant no aggression towards the other man, not anymore. But whether he liked it or not, Charlie was watching. He tried not to let it make him feel self-conscious, and he felt comforted by the fact that she couldn't hear what they were saying.
"You can call me that," Rodeo shrugged, not really caring either way about it. "But it's what my friends used to call me. Makes you feel better to call me Hawkins, don't mind."
"I'll listen," Rodeo agreed with a nod. "But I got some stuff to say, too. You say your peace, and I'll say mine." He knew nothing that he said would make a difference, would undo what he had done. But he still felt the urge to make O'Brien understand and believe that he was sorry, that he felt deep and honest regret for everything he'd done and for the things he had said. The fact that he had stooped so low as to threaten O'Brien's woman and family made him sick to his stomach, and he really did want to make an earnest apology for it. It had been unacceptable, and nothing he said could earn him any sort of redemption from it. Still, he had to tell O'Brien how sorry he was for it.