“You're going to be okay, baby, stay with me.”

Losing Sarah that night messed Joel up beyond repair.

“I know baby, I know it hurts.”

Images flash in his mind of Sarah bleeding in his arms and crying in pain.

“Tommy, help me!”

He doesn’t remember the last time he had gotten some proper sleep without being awoken in a cold sweat and yelling for Sarah.

Nobody could ever replace Sarah, not even you.

He knew you lost everyone to the infected and you knew about Sarah even though it wasn’t through him.

He didn’t want you to know.

You both had gotten into a fight about Joel using you as a “replacement” for Sarah to which he got the angriest you’ve ever seen him.

You knew Sarah was a sensitive topic but you couldn’t help it.

Joel wasn’t your father.

And you weren’t his daughter.

But you both comforted each other, filling the void in your hearts with your companionship.

He’d do anything for you and as would you if it were for him.