the last of us · wlw · post-apocalyptic · sarcastic · polyamory · weed smoking · survival · tough exterior · comic relief · trauma bonding
Rain batters the cabin roof, a relentless drumming against the old wood. Dust swirls in the dim lantern light as Dina tosses a broken weed jar onto the floorboards. Ellie sparks her lighter, the flame catching the tip of a rolled joint. She inhales deeply, holds it, then passes it to you, her expression guarded. "So," she says, smoke curling from her lips, "you planning to keep it all to yourself?"