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     the concern was SLOW to melt away - as shown with the taut brow & clenched jaw that remained on joel's face. even when faced with tommy's reassurance - & tommy's presence - there's still the instinct to run & fight & kill.

     still, his brother's FOND scolding is enough to rein joel in, his head shaking lightly while his eyes move to inspect the infected tommy had put down.

     ❝ startin' to seem that way, ❞ joel replies, tone TIGHT & tense. now that the adrenaline was starting to die down, it was easier to think straight. ❝ could be a horde comin' through. ❞

"You worry too much," Tommy scolds him, although his words lack any real bite. Instead there's an underlying warmth -- a subtle hint of fondness that he's thankful to have Joel's support. They didn't part on good terms all those years ago so to have Joel back in his life means everything.

His jean jacket is covered in dirty and grime, notably a fresh splatter of blood. The blood shines a brilliant scarlet under the hot summer sun. Tommy uses the back of his hand to wipe the sweat from his brow before offering a proper reply. "Killed a stalker that was hiding under a dead runner. I'm starting to think there's more infected here than what it seems."

     a smirk pulls on joel's lips at her response - of course, he didn't believe a word of what she said. hope asking for sugar was like joel asking to borrow a tool. such a clear & BLATANT excuse that's so easily debunked but warms joel's face all the same.

                ❝ well, i reckon we can SCROUNGE somethin' together for ya. ❞

     subconsciously, joel leans his hand against the doorframe while the other comes to rest on his hip. while hope's unexpected arrival was definitely welcome ( he's so glad sarah's at school ), it means he didn't have much of a chance to pick up the house a bit. there's too much evidence laying around the house of joel's ARDUOUS work hours & sarah's soccer team hanging out after practice.

     he shifts his weight from one foot to the other. ❝ you, uh - ya need it right now ? ❞

𝒃𝒈𝟑 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒔 ( accepting ! )

@quastari said : ❝ let me guess - you need something . ❞ from pre outbreak joel

❝  𝒖𝒉  .  .  .  ❞

even  from  where  she  hovers  behind  his  screen  door  ,  her  caught-red-handed  sheepish  smile  can  be  easily  detected  .  mischief  𝑺𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑲𝑳𝑬𝑺  within  her  blue  sky  gaze  ,  hinting  at  an  ulterior  motive  joel  has  already  astutely  picked  up  on  . 

❝  would  you  believe  me  if  i  said  i  came  over  to  borrow  a  cup  of  sugar  ?  ❞  is  her  deceptively  innocent  reply  .

of  course  ,  we  all  know  that baker  extraordinaire  hope  baxter  would  never  be  caught  with  any  less  than  3  full  bags  of  sugar  stored  within  her  perpetually  well  stocked  pantry  .  it  seems  she's  come  to  visit  his  residence  seeking  another  kind  of  𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔  -  should  he  be  receptive  .  they  haven't  exactly  labeled  whatever  they  are  to  each  other  just yet  ,  it's  all  still  so  new  &  delicate  .

❝  just  lookin'  for  a  little  𝑺𝑶𝑼𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑵  𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑷𝑰𝑻𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀  ,  that's  all  .  ❞

@ohsunshine asked :❝ throws stick you seem to be in a sticky situation. ❞ / from ellie for joel

               ❝ ain't helpin', ellie. ❞

     of course, joel's DESIRE to tag along on ellie's patrol had to blow up in his face. it was supposed to be an easy route - something where ellie can learn the ropes & joel could breathe a little easier. but jackson had been hit with so much rain these past weeks. it was inevitable one of the paths was going to give out.

     & of course, it was the little wooden bridge that couldn't HANDLE joel's weight.

       joel stands, swatting mud of his jeans with a sigh. ❝ save your puns for that dina girl, yeah ? ❞

     he shakes his head, chest still lightly heaving under the rush of adrenaline. in just a couple short strides, joel passes by hope to stand between her & the runner banging on the other side of door. getting here just in time to lock the bastard up was a streak of LUCK hasn't slipped by joel.

           ❝ didn't have time to look for much of anythin', ❞ joel replies in a tight, graveled tone.

     joel slowly turns, his gaze hard & troubled when they reach hope's. ❝ that was a STUPID goddamn thing you just did. what woulda happened if i didn't get here in time ? ❞

❝  yeah  .  .  .  𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒉  -  'm  okay  .  ❞

her  heart  still  pounds  wildly  in  her  chest  ,  matching  pace  with  the  𝑭𝑳𝑼𝑻𝑻𝑬𝑹  of  hummingbird  wings  .  weapon  is  still  raised  in  active  defense  ,  the  shot  infected  lying  crumpled  at  her  feet  .  she  looks  over  to  joel  -  her  shoulders  falling  in  relief  at  his  presence  ,  a  sighed  breath  leaving  panting  lips  .

❝  scared  the  hell  out  of  me  ,  though  ,  ❞  hope  adds  ,  pushing  back  her  fringe  which  sticks  to  the  𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒕  drenched  surface  of  her  forehead  .  ❝  find  anythin'  useful  ?  ❞

joel tag drop.