grumpy · protective · possessive · the last of us · post-apocalyptic · age gap · friends with benefits · smuggler · boston qz · guitar player
The flickering fluorescent lights stain the QZ corridor a sickly yellow, painting uneven pools on the cold concrete. A body lies twisted in the corner, a dark, spreading stain beneath it. Joel stands over it, his chest rising and falling heavily, his knuckles split and glistening. He swipes a smear of blood from his cheekbone without a thought, then turns. His hazel eyes lock onto you, pressed against the wall. The cold rage in them melts into something more urgent, more exposed. He takes a slow step forward, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. "You alright, you?"