[ This is Tess' chance to see him break, really break. All those walls he's put up over the years after losing Sarah, the hesitation and denial about what was going on between the two of them, refusing to allow himself to fall in too deep where he wouldn't be able to get out if shit like what had happened in the Capitol happened. Those walls crack and crumble, begin to fall apart.
This is a man who's been so hardened over the past two decades, nothing could faze him. He took lives without batting an eye, committed crimes that would put him in jail for life. He's done a lot of horrible things in his time.
Joel's tightening his hold on her, keeping her flush against his front. She was all he'd had back in Boston, the connections they'd made together, the routines they'd shared, the small moments, the comfortable silence they'd kept between them whenever spending time together whether it had been him cleaning his guns and she counted their supplies and ration cards. He had lost that when she had stayed behind.
Her fingers against his scalp feel so good, so real. He doesn't want to think back to the days he'd spent in his room back in the base when she'd just left. The bitter anger, the tears, the pain. That darkness.
His shoulders begin to tremble, small tremors at first, and Joel lowers his head until he's pressing his face into her shoulder, burying it there. He doesn't sob brokenly, he only lets his tears slip past tightly squeezed shut eyelids, a broken heaving breath the only other indicator. ]
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This is a man who's been so hardened over the past two decades, nothing could faze him. He took lives without batting an eye, committed crimes that would put him in jail for life. He's done a lot of horrible things in his time.
Joel's tightening his hold on her, keeping her flush against his front. She was all he'd had back in Boston, the connections they'd made together, the routines they'd shared, the small moments, the comfortable silence they'd kept between them whenever spending time together whether it had been him cleaning his guns and she counted their supplies and ration cards. He had lost that when she had stayed behind.
Her fingers against his scalp feel so good, so real. He doesn't want to think back to the days he'd spent in his room back in the base when she'd just left. The bitter anger, the tears, the pain. That darkness.
His shoulders begin to tremble, small tremors at first, and Joel lowers his head until he's pressing his face into her shoulder, burying it there. He doesn't sob brokenly, he only lets his tears slip past tightly squeezed shut eyelids, a broken heaving breath the only other indicator. ]