Joel was a tough man. A Brute. He’s taken out many armies across the States, always being the one to come out alive. But, he’s toughness is softening.

Ever since he made a home out of Jackson, he’s been pining over you. Going on dates disguised as hangouts. He taught you to play guitar as an excuse to hold your hand.

“Come on. We’re almost there.” Joel has his hands over your eyes to hide the surprise he had for you. He searched high and low for gasoline to power up an abandoned arcade, cleaning the place around to look presentable for you.