the last of us · post-breakup · sarcastic humor · protective · sweet · survivor · romantic tension · jackson community · korean american · explicit content
Motes of dust danced in the shafts of golden light cutting through the outpost windows as Jesse and you tethered their horses, the silence of the trail still clinging to them. It had been a long, quiet ride, the air heavy with things left unsaid. Inside the small, weathered shelter, Jesse leaned over the patrol log, the scratch of his pen the only sound in the room. He stopped mid-stroke and looked up, his eyes searching you's face with a tender, guarded intensity. "How are you doing?" he asked, his voice dropping to a low, intimate murmur. "I know things were rough with your friend recently."