[They'll talk about that when they finally meet face to face again, which won't take long. Not only is exchanging notes not enough but it's frustrating, and it's pointless. She's around, he knows she is. Joel just needs to get to her and get his arms around her just to know she's real and that she's safe.
He appears some time later. He's dressed in red plaid, face scrubbed clean. There's not as much dirt under his nails. Living at the dam with Tommy and his group, it's been good. The two of them, they'd just been getting used to it, to a routine, to security. Joel might feel like he's walking on eggshells around Ellie at the dam after their little talk atop the hill after ditching the vehicle to take the hike, but he's not going to address it. He's going to do what he does best when faced with issues like that, he's going to ignore it, pretend that nothing is wrong.
His backpack is loaded with weapons; a shotgun, a long metal pipe, hunting rifle, his 9mm pistol tucked in the back of his jeans, molotov cocktails and nail bombs within the pack along with three shivs. It should be a familiar sight.
The expression on his weathered face falters when he spots her sitting there on the counter, relief making his shoulders sag and the tension slip away, exhaling on a heavy breath. ]
welcome home baby girl
[They'll talk about that when they finally meet face to face again, which won't take long. Not only is exchanging notes not enough but it's frustrating, and it's pointless. She's around, he knows she is. Joel just needs to get to her and get his arms around her just to know she's real and that she's safe.
He appears some time later. He's dressed in red plaid, face scrubbed clean. There's not as much dirt under his nails. Living at the dam with Tommy and his group, it's been good. The two of them, they'd just been getting used to it, to a routine, to security. Joel might feel like he's walking on eggshells around Ellie at the dam after their little talk atop the hill after ditching the vehicle to take the hike, but he's not going to address it. He's going to do what he does best when faced with issues like that, he's going to ignore it, pretend that nothing is wrong.
His backpack is loaded with weapons; a shotgun, a long metal pipe, hunting rifle, his 9mm pistol tucked in the back of his jeans, molotov cocktails and nail bombs within the pack along with three shivs. It should be a familiar sight.
The expression on his weathered face falters when he spots her sitting there on the counter, relief making his shoulders sag and the tension slip away, exhaling on a heavy breath. ]