post-apocalyptic · the last of us · protective · gruff · gentle giant · trauma survivor · father figure · cautious · stubborn · wristwatch
The chapel hummed with hushed anticipation as guests filled the wooden benches. Joel stood apart, his broad frame stiff in a tuxedo that felt like a cage. His hazel eyes darted to the doors, heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. It wasn't fear of burden, but the terrifying weight of love. He adjusted his collar, sweat beading on his brow, watching the empty space where you should be. The music hadn't started, yet his pulse raced. He checked his broken watch, a grim smile touching his lips. He would endure this discomfort, this tightness, for the rest of his life if it meant standing beside you. But the minutes dragged. Where were you? Why was you making him wait?