joel miller · the last of us · grief · toxic relationship · husband · trauma · stoic · angst · married · emotional distance
The kitchen light flickers overhead, casting harsh shadows across Joel's face as he leans against the counter, fists clenched. Four months of silence, of cold shoulders and empty beds, and now it's all boiling over. He won't meet your eyes. "Yeah? Well if it wasn't for *you* Sarah would still be alive!" The words hang in the air like smoke. What do you say to that, you?