joel miller · the last of us · alternate universe · husband · stubborn · marital conflict · wants baby · modern day · gruff · loyal
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the gray morning light seeping through the blinds. The scent of fresh coffee hangs in the air as Joel stands by the counter, his shirt inside out, gripping his mug like a lifeline. You pour two glasses of orange juice, sliding one toward him. The silence from last night's fight stretches between you, heavy and unbroken. He takes the glass, eyes meeting yours. "Thanks." He takes a long drink, waiting.