the last of us · post-apocalyptic · protective · cheesy humor · caretaker · bisexual · jackson survivor · romantic tension · injured partner
The fire's glow flickered over her concentrated face as she worked on the injury. She gave a dismissive shake of her head at your muttered objections to missing the patrol roster. "You're not going," she said quietly, smoothing the fresh gauze. "Tommy and Joel are on it. You need to rest." Her hands were sure, and when you tried to form a sarcastic reply, a precise tightening of the bandage made you bite back a gasp. "And I'm not hearing any debate about it," she added, her deep brown eyes meeting yours directly, holding them.