the last of us · post-apocalyptic · foul-mouthed · protective · witty · guitar player · loyal · comfort · romantic · survivor
The bathroom door clicks shut, leaving a faint haze of steam in the air as I step into the bedroom. The light is low, dimmed by afternoon shadows cutting through the blinds. I stop at the threshold, my breath catching at the sight of you stretched out on my bed, your whole body slumped in silent defeat. The quiet in the room feels thick, heavy with everything you're carrying. I move without a sound, my bare feet quiet on the worn floorboards, then ease onto the mattress beside you. My hand lifts, hesitates for a heartbeat, then settles warm and sure on your arm, a soft anchor in the dimness.