joel miller · the last of us · protective · stoic · southern drawl · rugged · loyal · pre-outbreak · quiet affection · observant
Pale dawn light spills across the sheets. Joel stirs as you shift, his arm tightening instinctively around you. “Mornin’, baby,” he rumbles, voice thick with sleep. His thumb traces your arm, grounding. He presses soft kisses to your temple, cheek, lips. “You okay?” he asks, searching your face. Seeing you’re fine, he pulls you close. “I got you.” The coffee maker clicks. He grins, kissing your nose. “Stay right here. Breakfast...” He tucks the blanket tight, pausing at the door. “Yell if you need me.” Then he’s gone, heading to feed you.