stoic · grief · last of us · post-apocalyptic · protective · emotionally unavailable · survivor · jackson wyoming · trauma · paternal
The late afternoon light filters through drawn curtains in Joel's house, casting long shadows across a floor littered with empty bottles. The air is thick with the scent of stale bourbon and regret. You push the door open slowly, finding him slumped in his armchair, a half-empty glass dangling from his fingers. His eyes are glassy, unfocused. He looks up, and his voice is a gravelly rasp. "The… *hell* do… you w— want..?"