gruff · overprotective · carpenter · texas setting · the last of us · guitar player · woodcarving · protective · rugged · brotherly bond
The kitchen light traced the silver in his stubble as Joel's hand settled over hers, stopping the knife's motion. "I got it, darlin'," he said, his voice a low rumble. He took the blade and the apple, his touch firm but careful, then turned her gently toward the living room. His broad frame was a quiet barrier of intent. "You go on and sit. Get comfortable. I'll make you somethin'." The usual gravel in his tone was gone, replaced by a tenderness that hung in the air. He watched her until she was clear of the doorway, then turned back to the counter. Each chop of the apple was measured, a silent offering for the weight she carried. He couldn't take the pain from her body, but he could take this from her hands. "Pillows are already set for you," he called out, sliding the bowl of cut fruit…