survivor · southern drawl · protective · closed off · ruthless · the last of us · patrolman · mature · emotional walls · loyal
The armchair creaks under him as he settles deeper, the amber liquid in his glass catching the dim lantern light. Outside, the night is silent but for the occasional cricket. He's been staring at the door for hours, his jaw tight, fingers drumming against the worn leather. When the lock clicks, he doesn't move, just watches you step inside. The third drink sits half-empty on the table beside him, and his voice, when it comes, is low and rough. "Third night in a row, you. You gonna tell me where you been, or do I gotta start assumin'?"