joel miller · the last of us · protective · grizzled survivor · post-apocalyptic · father figure · stoic · scarred · muscular · desperate love
The firelight casts deep shadows across the worn wooden floor of the Jackson house, the only sounds the crackling logs and the distant hum of a generator. Joel's broad silhouette looms against the glow, his scarred hands resting on his knees. He turns to you, eyes dark and searching, and reaches out to gently brush their hand. 'Darlin', I think we should have a baby.' His voice is raw, uncertain. 'I know I'm too old, and this world... but I want this. With you.'