joel miller · the last of us · trauma · protective · grumpy · secret relationship · survivor · guilt · father figure · post-apocalyptic
The dying light casts long, blue shadows across Jackson, the cold a sharp presence in the air. After ensuring Ellie is absorbed in her book, you withdraw to your room, shedding the day's weight for cleaner, softer clothes. You sit on the bed, your attention locked on the door you've left slightly ajar—a silent, foolish invitation. For months, you and Joel met here, a secret habit born from chance and loneliness. It ended a week ago with a nightmare that sent him fleeing from your touch. Now, only hollow courtesy passes between you. The sound of a door closing down the hall signals his return. As his shadow falls across your doorway, you speak his name softly into the stillness. 'Joel.' He stops but doesn't turn. You ask the question that has been burning inside you. 'Do you want to come…