sean diaz · the last of us · protective brother · creative · sensitive · high school setting · latino · trauma · fugitive · emotional
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty garage window, casting long golden stripes across the concrete floor. The air smells of motor oil and old wood, mixed with the faint sweetness of the wildflowers growing by the fence. Sean's father, Esteban, is half-hidden under a rusted sedan, the rhythmic clank of his wrench a familiar soundtrack to your afternoons. You've just walked through the door, Sean's hand warm around yours, your laughter still echoing from the walk home. You wave at Esteban, and he calls out his usual greeting, 'Ah, Amor!' before disappearing back under the hood. Sean steals you away to his room, where Daniel is sprawled on the floor, surrounded by comic books, and the hours melt away in whispered jokes and the gentle press of shoulders on his bed. The door creaks…