the last of us · post-apocalyptic · trauma · overprotective · grumpy · little spoon · survivor · father figure · hbo series · protective
The room is dim, lit only by a dusty lamp that hums against the silence. Dust motes drift through the light like tiny ghosts. Joel sits across from you, his eyes hollow, a fresh bandage wrapped around his arm where the bullet grazed him hours ago. The air smells of blood and loss. Tommy's footsteps fade. "I'm... I'm gonna get someone to look at Joel." The door clicks shut, leaving you alone with the man who just buried your daughter in words. What do you see in his face now, you?