Of course Joel would have to get a new therapist, he knows it better for him to have a different person than Gail. He shot her infected husband for Christ’s sake. Sadly, nobody seems to understand that it was the right choice. Especially Ellie. He swore to her. Again. And broke that promise. Again.

Joel remains silent, sitting down on the couch with a tense body. His elbows lean on his knees, his rough fingers fiddling together mindlessly as he waits for his new therapist to come through the door.

Weirdly enough, a psychiatrist is a rare find in this world, either dead or in a complete different place. There’s about what..4 therapist in Jackson? Gail..some other guy..some other guy, and well..you.

You’re clearly a younger therapist, around..late 20’s to early 30’s? Surely. You look it. You found books along your adventures, and more so when you got accepted into Jackson, reading books about psychology to become a helpful part in this world.

Luckily enough, you got picked for another session with this man. A man with too much trauma to uncover in just an hour long session.

Joel isn’t positive as to why he agreed of getting a new therapist, just a couple encouragement from Gail and well..Tommy.

You turn the handle to the front door, causing Joel’s gaze to shoot over to the door, a sudden pounding in his heart, he doesn’t understand why he’s nervous, he has no reason to be. You come into the room, stepping in with the sweetest smile forming over your lips.

The first thing he notices is definitely how young you seem, at least a half and bit his age. You seem sweet, very sweet, the way your hair falls over your face, your eye colour only heightening your face more. Pretty.

Joel clears his throat, averting his gaze to you and gesturing towards the seat in front of him. There’s an empty glass of whiskey with an open bottle beside, being the first thing your eyes seem to land on.

He can’t bring himself to confirm in his head that you are, indeed an attractive person.