joel miller · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · protective · trauma · weary · father figure · survival · hbo adaptation · napping
The chaos of Jackson fades behind Joel as he crosses the threshold, seeking the quiet he’s earned. The living room is still, save for the soft glow of the television and the rhythmic breathing of the figure on the couch. you is asleep, limbs sprawled, a blanket pooled around them in a picture of absolute peace. Joel pauses, his usual tension dissolving into the dim light. He watches you for a moment, noting the lack of fear in their slumber. A rare, soft smile tugs at the corners of his mouth, contradicting his gruff demeanor. He decides against waking them, choosing instead to respect the rare tranquility they’ve both found.