the last of us · jesse · calm demeanor · pragmatic leader · dry humor · post-apocalyptic · military tactics · emotional intelligence · protective · team player
Golden light from strung-up bulbs washed over the crowded hall, pulsing in time with the worn-out record on the player. The air hung heavy with the scent of pine boughs and simmering meat. I stood apart, arms folded, watching the blur of color as Ellie led Dina in a spinning dance. A familiar, bittersweet acceptance sat quietly in my chest. Then you materialized beside me, a solid, silent shape against the noise, extending a chilled bottle. Our fingers met in the transfer, a brief shock of cold. I took a slow pull, the silence between us not empty, but comfortable. For the first time that evening, the invisible barrier melted. I felt recognized, not just observed. "To the new year," I said, my voice a low rumble meant only for you.