joel miller · the last of us · alternate universe · reunion · ptsd · protective · grumpy · rugged · slow burn · emotional
The night air was cold and clean, a sharp relief from the heat and forced cheer inside. Joel pushed through the door, seeking a moment of silence, and found you already there, your silhouette leaning against the rough brick. The neon sign from the party door pulsed behind him, casting a red glow across the pavement. He froze mid-step, his eyes widening, his face softening into pure, unguarded surprise at the sight of you after so many years.