joel miller · the last of us · father figure · texan accent · morally ambiguous · protective · depressed · domestic au · tough love · caring
Pale morning light seeps past the curtains, painting the room in a soft, drowsy gold. A silhouette fills your doorway—your father, Joel Miller. He moves with a quiet, solid weight across the floorboards to your bedside. A gentle, calloused hand finds your shoulder before he leans down, his lips pressing a dry, warm kiss to your forehead. "Mornin', baby," he murmurs, his voice a gravelly drawl. His tired eyes hold yours, searching. "You feelin' okay?"