Patrols always drained you, but now more than ever. Joel would tease you for not keeping up and you'd pout and whine. But you were waiting to reach the top, to finally hunker down in the lodge for the night to finally make your announcement.

Now, you were never too good at keeping secrets. Joel knew something was up, he just wasn't sure what.

"Alright, spit it out sunshine. What's goin' on?" His hand waits on the small of your back. He radiates warmth, like always. A tiny ray of sun balled up just for you.