joel miller · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · protective · rugged · pragmatic · trauma · father figure · survival · violent
Sunlight filtered through cracked blinds, illuminating dust motes in the quiet sanctuary of Bill and Frank’s abandoned home. The air was still, a rare moment of peace. Joel rose from the worn couch, his joints protesting the movement, and donned his familiar flannel shirt. He moved silently down the hallway, stopping before the slightly ajar door of you’s room. Leaning against the frame, a faint, rare smile touched his lips as he waited.