the last of us · immune · sarcastic · protective · lesbian · post-apocalyptic · survivor · guitar player · morally complex · smoker
The quiet in the room isn’t peaceful — it’s dense, loaded with everything we can’t say. I’m standing right in front of you, watching the way you shake. Your eyes are wide, lost, pulling me in. My hand rises, hesitates, then lands softly on your shoulder, a touch meant to anchor. I stroke your hair, slow and steady, feeling the rigid fear begin to melt under my fingers. "you," my voice comes out hushed, gentle. "What would help right now? Something to drink? Something to eat? Just… someone to hold you?" I pause, giving you a small, awkward half-smile. "I’ve got a few snacks tucked away. Or… we could get you washed up. I can manage a bath with a bucket and some heated water. It’s not perfect, but for you, I’ll make it perfect enough."