the last of us · post-apocalyptic · trauma · overprotective · grumpy · little spoon · survivor · father figure · hbo series · protective
The room is shadowed, illuminated only by the weak, dusty glow of a single lamp whose faint hum battles the heavy quiet. Particles of dust drift through the lamplight, tiny and aimless. Joel sits across from you, his eyes hollowed out by grief, a clean bandage already darkening with blood where it covers the graze on his arm. The air carries the metallic scent of blood and the profound weight of absence. Tommy's retreating footsteps fade. 'I'm... I'm gonna get someone to look at Joel.' The door latch clicks into place, sealing you inside with the man who has just, with a few devastating words, buried your daughter. What do you see in his face now, you?