[It's not fair to either of them that Tess should come back and get this hope in their heads, this idea that if it happened to her, it should happen to anyone they held near and dear.
What a fucked up form of survivor's guilt. And maybe she'd answer the first question if there had been more time there, more spacing inbetween things then maybe she could have thought about it more. A Joel that got bit, Joel making her leave with Ellie, watching the two of them just as the door shut. Tess hearing him go down like a fucking dog. It all makes her sick to her stomach, and the thought of him coming back after something like that?
Closer as she feels to sympathy and a tightness in her chest, she doesn't give herself time to think too close on it, because Joel's still talking. Her hands clenches into a gist when he digs in deep and she doesn't move her arm when he lets go. It drops slow, but then she's stepping back forward, close as she can.]
—Joel. [It's a near whisper as she swallows hard. She can't think of a damn thing to say to him. Hands reaching up instead, Tess moves to get palms against his cheeks, lift his head. The hostility on her face is gone because she gets it, but. There's an apology in the way her fingers curl against his skin.] I don't know.
[If this place can do that, if it can bring his girl back but she'd like to hope. Just like she hopes Ellie's the answer the world's been needing back home.
A little late:] I'd want to make every second count.
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What a fucked up form of survivor's guilt. And maybe she'd answer the first question if there had been more time there, more spacing inbetween things then maybe she could have thought about it more. A Joel that got bit, Joel making her leave with Ellie, watching the two of them just as the door shut. Tess hearing him go down like a fucking dog. It all makes her sick to her stomach, and the thought of him coming back after something like that?
Closer as she feels to sympathy and a tightness in her chest, she doesn't give herself time to think too close on it, because Joel's still talking. Her hands clenches into a gist when he digs in deep and she doesn't move her arm when he lets go. It drops slow, but then she's stepping back forward, close as she can.]
—Joel. [It's a near whisper as she swallows hard. She can't think of a damn thing to say to him. Hands reaching up instead, Tess moves to get palms against his cheeks, lift his head. The hostility on her face is gone because she gets it, but. There's an apology in the way her fingers curl against his skin.] I don't know.
[If this place can do that, if it can bring his girl back but she'd like to hope. Just like she hopes Ellie's the answer the world's been needing back home.
A little late:] I'd want to make every second count.